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Weston

Sadie wants to know why I’m snorting every other second.

Tell her it’s a frickin’ love fest on here. That I started, by the way.

Weston

She says she loves you too.

Penn

I love that woman.

Bowie

Tell her I love her more.

Rhodes

I’m the one that loves her most and she knows it.

I love her and that little boy.

Weston

I’d be jealous of how fast you piled on about how much you love her if I didn’t love her so much too. I get it.

Night, guys. See you at the gym tomorrow.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY

TRU

The week drags by and besides being busy with school, and tutoring Cassidy, and hanging out with Earl while I grade papers, it feels like everything is going in slow motion. I miss seeing Henley and yet, I'm nervous to be around him. Nervous that I feel so much so soon. Nervous about his daughters and what it could mean for them. Nervous about how it affects my job, although now that things are going smoothly with Cassidyagain, I feel less of that, but it just all feels sobigand I’m not used to any of that.

Friday afternoon, I don’t have to tutor Cassidy or go to the dance studio, so I linger at school longer, cleaning my classroom and getting organized for next week. I jump when I hear a knock and look up to see Henley standing in the doorway.

“Hey.” I smile. “What are you doing here?”

He walks in, looking me over with appreciation before his gaze settles back on my face.

His eyes are smiling and he looks all man when he says, “I just missed you. I needed to see your face and I'm glad I went for it. You look amazing today.”

I hold one side of my skirt to the side. “Thank you very much.”

I let the material fall back down and he watches, licking his lips. The material falls chastely at my knees, but the way he looks at me makes me feel like I'm wearing the sexiest negligee ever. He steps inside and closes the door, stalking toward me. I move forward at the same time until we collide. His hand lands on my cheek and I lean into it.

“It's really good to see you,” he says.

I lean up on my tiptoes and kiss him softly, just once, and then stand back on solid feet…but feel woozy. He makes me feel drunk just being in the same room with him. His hand glides to the back of my neck and he comes in for another kiss.

This one is demanding, hungry, and oh so good.

I moan into his mouth and he answers with his own, his tongue diving deeper, tangling with mine. His hand squeezes my hip, and with his other, he tugs on my hair, pulling my head back so he can get better access.

I arch into him, trying to get as close to him as I possibly can. He pulls away, kissing down my jawline and my neck.

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