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“I want you to look at me when you come.”

The intensity of our movements turns wild and passionate. His quick breath fills my ear as he sucks on the side of my throat.

Blood rushes through my ears, and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Finn,” I yell, feeling the roll of my climax as I shake beneath him.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he whispers as my heart thuds for the gorgeous man over me.

A few more thrusts.

“Oh, my God … Finn.” I cry out as the waves of passion crash through my body.

“Fuck, Ava,” he roars as we stare at each other as we reach the peak.

Our orgasms melting into one, but Finn doesn’t stop as he presses for every moan I can give him.

He gives me one last punishing thrust, shuddering as he holds onto me as his body shakes above me.

He collapses on top of me, breathing hard and rapid.

But when he lifts his head from my neck to my face to look at me, all I can see is the love he once had for me.

And I remember everything I lost.

Chapter 8

Ava

I blink my bleary eyes, shifting before I realize where I am. Finn’s arm is cast over my waist. Our positions haven’t changed from when we were talking and obviously fell asleep. But with his apartment being so dark, I can’t tell what time it is.

Panic bloom inside me. I never sleep out. I’m always at home for Emmy every morning.

Finn is stirring a little but is oblivious as I wiggle out from under his embrace. A small smile cracks my face as I stare at his naked form. He was beautiful four years ago. Now he’s damn right gorgeous.

Finding my clothes strewn across the floor, I quickly dress. I walk back to his bedroom and lean against the door frame, smiling as he sleeps peacefully on the bed. I would have loved to have crawled into his embrace again, but I have no time left to linger and wonder.

I find my bag and quietly leave his apartment with a silent click on his door, with a mental note to send him a text in a couple of hours. And work out how I tell him about Emmy. How do I tell him?

Reaching the ground floor of his apartment block, luckily a taxi has just dropped someone off at Finn’s apartment and I hop into the car for the ten-minute drive in the rain because today the dark clouds have moved in, and it looks like a storm of a day. Rain smashes against the windows, loud and angry.

I hope that isn’t some type of omen.

Last night has proved to me that Finn is impossible to forget. But as I rewind and replay the harsh memory of his face when I accused him of being a liar, it threatens all the good thoughts of the previous night.

What if Finn already knows my secret and is back for his own revenge? What if he wants me to fall in love with him again for him to hurt me in the same way?

He doesn’t know I hurt probably more than he did.

Less than fifteen minutes later, I click my key into the door of my home. I silently push the door shut behind me and climb the stairs to my bed. But I can’t take my mind off my worries. I can’t run from my thoughts any longer. The storm is closer than I could ever imagine.

I have to forget it for now. In a couple of hours’ time, my morning will start as it does every day, with the brightest sunshine one could wish for and it’s the only morning I need.

For her I will put up with anything.

“Mommy,” Emmy says, pushing my eyelid open with her thumb. “Are you awake, Mommy?”

“Mmm, sweetpea, come and give me a cuddle.”

Emmy shrieks, her laughter, and voice make my heart sing. “Aunt Stella said to leave you alone for a while.”

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