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"You're fucking insane," I panted against his lips.

"Isn't that one of the reasons why you love me?" he murmured before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and reaching underneath my short sundress. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked while stroking my clit with expertise.

"I don't think I've been okay for a long time. I wouldn't have fallen for you if I was." I pressed my clit harder against his finger and reached for the buckle of his pants.

"Regret it?" he asked.

"Does it matter? I chose you. And I'm still choosing you. Even if it's the fucking dumbest idea in the world." I hissed, grabbing his cock.

"Well, that's romantic." He probed me with his finger, hard and offended.

And shit, I came.

Chapter 29

Matt

"This was a really bad idea." Ryan wheeled out of the entrance to the Women's Shelter.

"Oh no, you don't!" I grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him right back around, patting his back and going inside. "This is the difference between a life with Lily and a life without."

"As if there's a life with Lily, either way. We killed someone." Ryan lowered his voice and looked around.

"Yeah. We don't have to keep mentioning it." I pushed him forward.

"How can I not? What else am I supposed to talk about inside there? It's the only thing on my mind. I'm telling you, going in there is a bad idea. We're going to walk out in handcuffs." Ryan held his chest and tried to breathe.

"No, we're not. Because I'm going to be right there with you, helping you along the way and making sure you don't mention anything you're not supposed to." I slipped my hand into his. "Come on."

"Yeah, because that's not going to look suspicious at all." He complained the whole way to the office.

"Hello! You must be Ryan." The therapist gestured to me once we'd sat down. "And Matt." She gestured to Ryan.

I grinned. Ryan didn't.

"No. I'm Ryan. And I'm here because..." He started.

I held my breath.

"...I developed a drinking problem and an anger problem. It's affecting my relationships." He admitted and I let my breath free.

"There you go." I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. "I'm proud of you, man." I kissed him on the forehead. The therapist looked between us, confused.

I was sure she already knew Ryan was Lily's boyfriend. I doubted she knew who I was. I liked messing around with her confusion. It gave me a distraction from my own thoughts.

"So, I understand you're here for emotional support?" She smiled, fighting to keep the judgment out of her face.

Lily swore by her, so I was sure she was a great therapist, but it's not every day your client's boyfriend walks in with someone who looks very much like his boyfriend, especially when I sat next to him and took his hand in my lap. Or nuzzled his cheek, earning a scowl from Ryan.

The lightheartedness of my thoughts departed when he started talking. He choked out his own words and looked to me for confirmation. I sat in silence, supporting him with one ear, zoning out into my dark place with the other.

They were getting somewhere too, when my phone vibrated.

Tyler.

He'd called a couple of times while we were on the way here. Seeing the missed calls was one thing. But seeing a voicemail. He didn't strike me as the type that's going to call and leave a voicemail to apologize for the other day, a couple weeks ago. And he wouldn't leave a voicemail just to harass us. It had to be an emergency. Ryan's phone chimed soon after mine.

"It's recommended that during sessions, the phones are turned off, so that we can allow for a clearer mind. One without distractions," the therapist said, but I'd got a tingling beneath my skin, telling me that something was off.

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