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We stumble back onto the couch, our bodies tangling, hands roaming, pulling, needing more.

“I've missed you, Jenna,” I whisper in her ear as my hands trail up her thighs. She shivers from my touch, her body pressing deeper into mine not wanting any distance between us.

“I’ve missed you for so long. I’ve missed talking to you, missed kissing you like this, missed making you quiver with my touch.” I push her panties aside and caress her already drenched folds.

“Oh Dylan,” she moans loudly, her hands in my hair.

Everything else fades, and it’s just us—just the feel of her beneath me, the sound of her moans, the way her body clenches in response to each word I say.

I love how her body responds to me.

We stumble into her bedroom, tearing off each other’s clothes as we find our way to the bed. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing. Just the two of us, moving together, lost in our passionate attraction, like this is the only thing that makes sense.

Her skin is warm beneath my hands, soft and familiar, and the sound of her name on my lips is like a prayer. I kiss her deeper, losing myself in her taste and in the way she whispers my name like she’s afraid it’ll break this carefree spell.

I trail kisses all over her body and rub my hardness against her sleek entrance, watching her shake with need. Then, I enter, filling her completely, groaning her name as her tightness grips me like a glove.

She’s always been a perfect fit for me. We move in sync, moaning in unison as I thrust into her. I lift her hips to drive even deeper, and her hands grip my back, her eyes half-closed, mouth open in ecstasy as we find sweet release.

When it’s over, we lie there in the dark, our breathing slowing, our bodies still tangled together. The silence stretches between us, but this time, it doesn’t feel heavy. It feels... right.

I run a hand through her hair, my heart still racing, and she looks up at me with those eyes that have always had the power to undo me.

“You’re leaving soon, aren’t you?” It’s more of a statement than a question. I already know the answer.

Jenna doesn’t say anything right away, but the look in her eyes says it all.

There’s a sadness there—a kind of bittersweet understanding that this moment can’t last forever.

Chapter 19

OLD FRIEND

Jenna

I shouldn’t be here.

I tell myself that for the hundredth time.

But here I am, standing in the crowded gymnasium of Hartlow High. I can’t help but feel out of place, just like I did in High school.

Lola's persistence had gotten me here, as always—her arm looped through mine earlier, dragging me out the door, her insistence wearing down every single protest I made.

"Come on, Jenna. You need this. It'll be fun. I promise."

“It won't be. I have no friends there.”

“You have me.”

“Only you. Most people didn't like me.”

“Because you were dating the hottest dude in school. It was jealousy, and everyone’s grown now.”

I roll my eyes. “No, Lola. I’ll work through the night.”

“You know you won't. You’ll spend the night brooding. They’ll fawn over you now that you're a famous author. Everyone will be nice,” she says, trying to cajole me.

I don't say anything.

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