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Chuckling from deep in my throat, I finally broke apart from her. Cleo gasped against the desk. It was a beautiful fucking sight but I helped her adjust and cleaned her up in the family bathroom.

We did the best we could, but Cleo took one long look into the mirror and looked over at me, breathless.

“I’m going to need my makeup kit.”

“We’ll sneak you in,” I promised.

I meant it too, because there was no way anyone would look at Cleo and think she hadn’t been fucked on her break. But, funny enough, I didn’t think she cared that we had to take precious time to get her presentable again. When we passed the librarian’s desk, I could’ve sworn Cleo was glowing.

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Cleo

Miles Apart

On the last day at KYU, I woke up in Miles’s bed. The clock blinked five o’clock in the morning. I still had time, and I almost groaned in pleasure at the thought while Miles closed the door softly behind him. In the darkness, I could barely see him. But I knew who it was from his chuckle.

“Good morning, vixen. Guess who bought coffee?”

“You bought coffee?” I murmured and pushed up from the pillow. “My hero.”

I waited for him to flip on the light switch, but that didn’t come. He strode across the bedroom floor and gingerly placed the tray on the nightstand. The covers moved on the bed, and my smile widened. His hands crept under my pajama top. Exactly the kind of morning I’d been hoping for.

His fingers glided along my waist, heightening my senses.

With a groan, I fisted the blankets beneath my fingers.

The flat of his palms started rubbing along my back, easing out the tension. But it wasn’t just that. A massage from Miles wasn’t something I could’ve bought at one of the national spa chains. It wasthatgood.

My skin tingled with goosebumps.

The darkness, and Miles, and him pressing his lips to my shoulder blades, and the way his body moved over mine, taking control, takingme, all mixed into the best possible morning.

My last morning at KYU.

He chuckled again, a soft breath against my neck. I leaned back against him, no longer thinking about how I could get him out of his gray sweatpants. Saying goodbye to KYU itself was going to be easy. I missed the coffee back on campus.

Miles was a different story.

It was like concrete layered over my shoulders and I tensed up, unable to relax.

“I got a present,” he whispered.

Oh, please no.

Guilt took hold. I loved my coffees from Miles and the crane game teddy bear he’d left on my clipboard, but another gift was another promise. That wasn’t something I could give him. We both agreed to see each other during the fall semester and Miles had vowed he’d sneak out to see me whether his coaches liked it or not.

But how could I do that to him?

How could I take away his opportunity to actually settle in KYU?

“Isn’t this the present?” I asked lightly, tracing lines over the back of his hand while he cupped my breast.

With a chuckle, he kissed the sensitive part behind my ear. “This isn’t the present.”

“Miles.” I sighed. “This is my last day—”

“Don’t say that.” His hand disappeared, and he wrapped an arm around my chest, pulling me closer to him. His voice was low and husky, almost a rasp. “It's not the last day. Not really.”

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