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My smile is so wide on my face, it hurts my cheeks. “I object.”

“Oh.” Oli cocks his head thoughtfully, kisses me on the forehead, and grabs his drink. “I guess I’m a liar, then. I’m definitely not stopping.”

I settle into his side, pretty sure that I’m glowing brighter than every camera flash combined.

Joy bounces around in my chest, and I soak up every small bit of attention Oli lavishes on me for the rest of the evening. The feeling that everything is going to be alright is coursing through my veins, and for once in my life I do nothing to squash it. I’m sick of always being on guard, of constantly reminding myself to be pessimistic, realistic, that fairy tales don’t come true.

Well, I’m in a fairy tale town. My sister got her fairy tale ending, and I’m determined to forge a path towards my own. I deserve to be happy, too.

Everything is going to be alright. Right?

Chapter 24

Olistaire

I can’t get enough of her.

The taste of her lips, the flush at her neck, the way the soft skin between her thighs feels against my exploring fingers while I drive us through deserted streets. She makes those breathy, gasping little sounds at my touch that I love, and I need more.

“Oli,” she hiccups, clutching at my wrist but doing nothing to move my hand away, as I dip my fingers beneath her panties. “The babysitter’s going to hand Lucas over to Ella, we’ve got all night, there’s no need to—ah!”

My heart hammers in my chest at her lustful little cry, my cock thickening and my desire for her ratcheting higher than I thought possible.

She loves me. She said that she loves me, and I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so… So… Happy.

I bite my lip as a quiet moan escapes her, and fight the urge to stop the car now and bury my face between her thighs. We’re almost home. I can hold out.

“There’s no need to worry, princess.” My voice comes out husky, and I slide a finger inside her. “I’ll never get enough of you. No matter how many times I make you come, this will last all night.”

“Such cocky words…” Her breathy laugh sets my veins on fire, and she tips her head to regard me under heavy lids as she rolls her hips against my palm. “For a man that’s about to get sucked dry.”

I let out a breath as I shove my finger as deep into her as it will go from this angle, deeply satisfied yet equally desperate for more at the choked sound she makes. When we arrive at my apartment, I can’t get us upstairs quick enough, and by the time I unlock my door, she’s giggling and fluttering kisses all over my cheeks, lips and chin.

“Bedroom,” I mutter, scrunching her lovely dress up and up until her hips are exposed. “Now.”

“I can’t exactly get anywhere while you’re manhandling me like this.” She grins and leans back against the door, making no effort to move away from me, and I drop to my knees before her.

“Fair point.”

When I press my lips against her panties, right over clit, she lets out a little mewl and pushes into me, one hand grasping desperately at my horn and shifting the angle of my head.

“Fuck, kitten,” I groan. “Yes. Put me where you need me.” My tongue dances against the soft silk of her panties, but when I hook my fingers through the edges to pull them down, she grabs at both my hands, stopping me.

“Wait,” she gasps, “Wait, please.”

I close my eyes and press my face into her soft stomach, panting. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Look at me, Oli.”

I tip my gaze to hers, lips still pressed against her naval, and marvel at how beautiful she is. How breathless every angle of her makes me, how full my heart becomes with her every touch, how much I… How much I…

I hold my breath in frustration at myself, as I gaze up into her soft blue eyes. I can’t even say it in my own head.

“I just… Let’s have The Conversation real quick.”

“The Conversation?” I repeat, confused. “Why does that sound capitalized?”

She bites her lip and runs her fingers through my hair. “What am I to you? What are we? What… What do youwant?”

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