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I run my hands down his back, feeling the muscles flex with each thrust. The initial discomfort fades, replaced by waves of pleasure that build with every movement. Preston’s lips find mine again, swallowing my moans as he picks up the pace.

Our bodies move together in perfect synchronicity, as if we’ve done this a thousand times before. I lose myself in the feeling of him—his weight on top of me, his scent surrounding me, the sound of his labored breathing in my ear.

I gasp, clinging to him as the pleasure intensifies. “Oh god, yes...”

He groans in response, burying his face in my neck as his thrusts become more urgent. I can feel the tension building in his body, matching the coiling heat in my core. One of his hands slides between us, fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Come for me,” he murmurs against my skin. “I want to feel you.”

His touch sends sparks of electricity through me and I cry out as the dam breaks, waves of ecstasy washing over me. Preston follows soon after, his hips jerking erratically as he finds his release.

For a moment, we lay there tangled together, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room. Eventually, Preston shifts, carefully withdrawing from me. I whimper at the loss of contact as he disposes of the condom.

When he returns to bed, he gathers me in his arms, pulling me close against his chest. I nestle into his warmth, feeling utterly content as he traces lazy patterns on my skin with his finger.

“That was...” I trail off, unable to find words adequate to describe what just happened between us.

“Incredible,” Preston finishes for me, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “You’re incredible.”

I blush at his praise, hiding my face against his chest. Preston chuckles softly, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. The tenderness in his eyes takes my breath away.

As we settle back into a comfortable silence, I find myself not wanting this moment to end.

“Will you...” I start hesitantly, then gather my courage. “Will you stay the night?”

Preston’s arms tighten around me. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

Relief washes over me at his words. I snuggle closer, savoring the warmth of his body and the comforting weight of his arm around me.

“Good,” I murmur, my eyes growing heavy. “Because I don’t think I’m ready to let you go just yet.”

Preston’s chest rumbles with a low chuckle. “I’m not going anywhere. Get some rest.”

As I drift off to sleep, I feel more content than I have in a long time. The last thing I’m aware of is Preston’s fingers gently combing through my hair and his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

It’s like a dream. A beautiful and perfect dream.

And who knows?

Maybe it is.

CHAPTER EIGHT

PRESTON

The first raysof sunlight filter through unfamiliar curtains, rousing me from a deep, contented sleep. For a moment, I’m disoriented, but then the events of last night come flooding back.

Crystal. Mini-golf. That kiss. And everything that followed.

I turn my head, careful not to disturb her as she sleeps next to me. Crystal’s hair is splayed across the pillow, the soft morning light painting her skin in a warm glow, and I find myself mesmerized by the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the slight curve of her lips.

I resist the urge to reach out and touch her, to wake her with a kiss. Instead, I allow myself these quiet moments to simply observe, to bask in the warmth of her presence.

Last night was... magical. Not just the physical intimacy, though that was undeniably amazing. It’s something more, something I can’t quite put into words.

It’s a sensation I’ve never experienced before, not with Vivian, not with anyone.

Everything about her is enchanting. The way her eyes crinkle when she laughs, the passion in her voice when she talksabout her shop, the gentleness with which she interacts with others. Even her competitiveness during our mini-golf game was endearing. She challenges me, surprises me, accepts me in a way I never thought possible.

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