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“How could you be more perfect than I already thought you were?” he whispered. “How is that possible?”

“I’m not perfect at all, Ivan.”

In fact, I was hoping he would offer to help me clean up. The cum on my skin was becoming less sexy with each passing second.

I tangled my fingers in his unruly hair, a swell of emotions hurtling to the surface. “It’s just that I like you very much and trust you implicitly. I want to try everything with you, and I never want you to think things I ask for will be harmful to me. I know myself well enough to say no if I don’t want something. Okay?”

He raised his head, meeting my gaze. “Okay, Evelyn. Knowing you trust me the way you do is powerful. I will do everything I can to never breach it.” His big, warm palm cupped my jaw. “I like you very much too. Very much.”

“I know.” I smiled at him, antsy to move this happiness through my body. “Now, can we clean me up before I scream?”

He snickered as he climbed out of bed and pulled me along with him.

“Come, angel. I’ll take care of you.”

And he did. He took care of me so well we were most assuredly going to be doing this again, and hopefully much more, very soon.

Chapter Thirty-six

Ivan

School had been stressful as hell lately. It was as if our teachers had all decided our final two and a half months of high school should be as hellish as possible.

College was not part of my father’s plans for me, but my grades were important to him. That meant my nose was in the books when I wasn’t swimming or clawing out every waking minute I could spend with Evelyn.

Fortunately, she understood the stress I was going through since she felt it too, but tenfold since her classes were far more difficult than mine.

I grabbed Evelyn’s elbow, stopping her from entering room three. We’d walked to the library together after swim practice, and she’d been in a world of her own, undoubtedly categorizing everything she needed to get done tonight.

“You good, angel?”

She nodded curtly. “Yes. I might be in there for longer than usual. You don’t have to wait for me.”

I scoffed. “You know that isn’t going to happen. Text me when you’re ready and we’ll go to dinner together. I have to make sure my girl is fed.”

Her serious mouth curved into a smile as she sighed. “You’re the best boyfriend. Thank you for being patient with me. I know I haven’t been the best girlfriend lately.”

Reaching around her, I opened the door to room three and pushed us both inside. Before I could drag Evelyn into my arms, she was there, on her tiptoes to reach my mouth.

I picked her up, and her legs locked around my waist. Propping her against the wall, I took my time kissing her—time neither of us could technically spare but were taking for ourselves anyway.

Since that day last month when she took my cock in her mouth, our boundaries had collapsed. When we had the time, we took pleasure in each other in every way we could that wasn’t full-on sex. When we didn’t have the time, we kissed until one of us came to our senses and pulled away.

This girl…I couldn’t get enough of her.

I was the one who came to my senses today. Evelyn had a lot of work to do. The last thing I wanted was to take away her time and add more stress.

I kissed her forehead and quietly slipped out the door. I wasn’t going far, just back to my secret watching spot. I had work to do, but there was nothing wrong with watching my girlfriend’s door to make sure no one else went in, was there?

I had closed my laptop and begun to pack it away when two voices caught my attention. Veronica’s always initiated my fight-or-flight instinct, and Layla’s pissed me off. They were coming in this direction, talking in barely hushed voices.

My spine straightened, on high alert. I had no interest in speaking to them, especially not when it was time for me to meet Evelyn. I would not allow our time together to be interrupted.

They didn’t come my way, but I was not relieved. Stopping at room three, they gave the door a sharp kick.

“Creepelyn,” Layla called. “Open up, weirdo. You can’t get out of this one.”

Creepelyn? What the fuck?

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