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Marty and I ran into town to grab groceries, looking like teenagers in love because he wouldn’t stop grabbing my ass in the store, and I couldn’t stop laughing through the aisles.

People stared, a middle-aged woman rolled her eyes at us, but it didn’t bother me. I never got this. To stroll around without a care in the world, aimlessly walking around to shop and spend time with a guy.

It made me feel special.

Normal.

When we got back, Marty and I swam again, watching the sunset over the treeline on the other side of the lake. Then sat on the wooden swing as the stars began to protrude through the darkening sky.

I must’ve fallen asleep because I awaken to Marty gently lying me into the queen-sized bed that also has a sliding door overseeing the scenery outside.

The moment his arm pulls out from underneath my body, I wrap my arms around his neck, keeping him and his scent close to me.

“Don’t leave,” I mutter as he lays on his side next to me. “Marty?”

“Mhm?”

“I love it here. Thank you for bringing me.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” His sentiment warms my chest as my fingers toy with his hair, massaging, and just because I want to touch him whenever I can.

“Marty?”

“Yeah, baby.” My heart slams into my ribcage, cautioning me to be careful. His hand that roams down my side carelessly sends tingles and emotions rumbling through my body, ping-ponging everywhere.

Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I expose my naked torso, which he immediately goes to graze and feel, the callous tips of his skin sending a blanket of lust coursing through me.

My hand lands on his thigh, roaming upward until I feel the bulge in his jeans. It twitches once under my touch, getting Marty to release a harsh exhale through his lips.

“Tell me what you want,” he hedges, lowering his hand between the apex of my legs. “You’ll get everything your little heart desires because you’ve got me fucked up.”

I shake my head along my pillow. “No, I didn’t. I made you see things.”

He tugs the fabric of my shorts. “I want to see more things, but your clothes are in my way.”

“So are yours.”

“Let’s remedy that situation. Take your shit off.” I begin removing my shorts as he sits up, doing the same with his shirt and working the button at his jeans.

Within a minute, we’re both naked, and he’s positioned in between my legs, spreading them as far as he can.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters before pressing his mouth to my inner thigh.

“No teasing,” I whine.

“Oh, you mean like the staircase incident?”

I can’t help the chuckle that forms from my chest. “I had to teach you a lesson. You said Emric wanted to see what the fuss was all about.”

“He’s an asshole, and I’m only Marty when I’m with you.”

“No,” I retort. “I want both. I want everything.” He peers up at me, the moonlight casting over the stubble of his face but not his eyes.

“Emric comes with many ghosts. Things I can’t cast away. He’s not the safest, Stormi.”

“You can’t hide behind him forever.”

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