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Rolling onto my side, I hook an arm around her waist before she can get too far. She lies on her back, looking up at me. Her hair is splayed around her shoulders, and I love seeing her like this. “I’m serious,” I say, tracing my fingertips over her collarbone where my shirt slips off her shoulder. “Don’t worry about working right now. Focus on school and let me do this for us.”

Her eyes search mine. But before I can figure out what she’s looking for, she quietly says, “Okay.” Her smile returns, and she looks up at the ceiling and lets out another small laugh. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

I can’t believe I have to leave her again in just a few hours. This apartment, this room, thisgirl,has felt like more of a home to me than my actual home ever did. Her room looks almost exactly the same as it did when I left for the tour, but I notice the few pictures she had of us are all missing now. I’m almost tempted to ask her if she still has them, but it doesn’t matter. We’ll take new ones.

My eyes fall on what’s left of the tattered bouquet she put on her dresser. “Why would Braden get you flowers?” My voice is soft, and for a moment, I wonder if I even said the words out loud.

I must have, though. Margot follows my gaze to her dresser before sitting up. “We went out to dinner tonight, and he ended up getting them for me.”

Tearing my attention away from the flowers, I arch an eyebrow at her. “Like a date?”

She shakes her head. “No. Like friends.”

I let out a huff of what might be considered laughter. “I don’t think friends do that.”

“Yeah.” She grimaces as she smooths her damp hair back with both hands. “They don’t.”

I wait for her to say more.

“I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not like it was with Keith. I told Braden I wasn’t interested from the start.”

I shake my head. “I wasn’t thinking anything. Especially not about fucking Keith.” I should probably just let it go, but I can’t. Not when those flowers are staring me in the face. “So, nothing’s going on with Braden?”

“He likes me,” she blurts like it’s her best kept secret.

Lying on my back, I relax my arm behind my head. “Yeah, the flowers kind of gave that away. Nothing else, though?”

“Nothing else.”

I remember how much she stared at Braden the night we drove home from the party with him last year and wonder if I should believe her.

I have to believe her.

She puts her hand on mine, her fingers tracing over the lines of my palm. “Just be nice . . . whenever you see him again.”

Closing my hand around hers, I pull her back onto my lap. “Why wouldn’t I be nice? I can’t blame the guy for liking you.” My hands run up her thighs and under the hem of her shirt again. It feels so good to touch her. I can’t stop. My lips find her exposed shoulder, and I press a kiss to her skin. “You’re beautiful.” She sucks in air and my lips move to her neck. “The way you blush with your whole body is one of my favorite things about you.” I move to her other shoulder, and she squirms in my lap a little. She can probably feel me getting hard through my briefs. “You have a fierce loyalty when it comes to the people you love.” Her chest rises and falls inshallow breaths, so I pull back to look at her. She’s biting her bottom lip, so I pull it free with my thumb. “And you have a temper that would bring any man to his knees.”

She laughs, and I take it as an invitation to kiss her again. This time, she’s the one to deepen the kiss. She holds either side of my face, and when her tongue drags over mine, I groan. Margot moves to kissing my neck while she works on getting my briefs off, and I help her. With her hands on my shoulders, she holds herself above me, just out of reach.

“Mya told me to get you flowers.” I don’t even know why I said it, but after seeing her with flowers from another guy, I feel like I need to confess that the thought crossed my mind.

“You don’t need to get me flowers.” She keeps kissing my neck, not even bothered enough to look at me.

“I will. One day.”

She stops kissing me but only to lower herself onto my cock. “Okay,” she breathes once I’m fully inside her. “One day.”

Her hips start to move, and my head falls back. Fuck, she knows exactly what she does to me. My thumb moves to her clit, circling and teasing while she rides me. She decides the pace. She decides everything. I watch as this girl uses me however she wants to make herself feel good, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I’m completely at her disposal, mind, body, and soul, and I hope she takes everything I’ve got and never lets go.

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When my eyes flutter open,my first feeling is panic. What if I dreamt it? What if none of it was real? But once my eyes adjust, and I gently roll over, I’m met with the same view I woke up with every morning during the summer. Jackson sleeps on his stomach next to me, his muscular back gently rising and falling with each breath.

He loves me.

I always thought I never needed him to say it, but looking back, I think the fact that he hadn’t fed into some of my doubt. It lingered in the shadows like a taunting whisper every time I wondered if I was stupid for being with him.

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