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Would I be willing to give up all my dreams when I've always wanted to get married and have children?

I have a much stronger guard up now. Because no, I don't want to give up my goals for somebody else.

I keep doing that. I keep giving up everything I want. It's not anyone's fault. Definitely not Evan’s, and I get it. But it's also not my fault. I didn't cheat. I didn't hurt him. Do I deserve to be punished?

No. I don’t.

The looming silence is like a heavy mist and is making me uncomfortable, so I decide to enjoy the ocean waves while I take a moment to think.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah. I just have a lot on my mind, and I’m tired.”

Which isn’t a lie. My mind is going around and around in circles, and now, suddenly, I’m exhausted.

He stands and holds out a hand to me. “Let's go lie on the sofa.”

“What about the dishes?”

“Later,” he dismisses my concern.

I don’t argue and take his hand. We walk back inside to the sofa and sit down. When he drags my body close to his, Isnuggle in, trying to get warm. He reaches behind me and pulls a blanket, throwing it over my legs.

I wrap myself in the blanket. “I’m going to fall asleep; this is too cozy.”

His fingers stroke my hair. “Sleep then. I'll be right here when you wake up.”

He flicks the TV on and tries to find something to watch. In the meantime, my body becomes heavy, and I close my eyes, surrendering to the darkness.

I wake when I feel weightless in his arms. I’m being carried as if I’m light as a feather. His strong arms support me.

“Evan?” I say groggily.

“I’m right here. Sleep, baby,” he reassures me.

This moment of Evan carrying me in his arms reminds me of how a man carries his bride. Of how it would feel if Evan was my husband. I swallow hard and bite back tears, remembering he doesn’t want the same future as me.

We arrive in his bedroom, and I kiss him in a frenzy, trying to clear my mind. I don't want to think about it tonight. I can think about it tomorrow after I've slept on it. Maybe I can talk to Summer and Nova about it. Right now, with tears of bittersweet pleasure, I want to enjoy our final moments together because they might be our last.

Chapter 24

Evan

We’re tearing each other'sclothes off as we enter my bedroom. It’s a frenzy I've never experienced before. She seems to be feeling the same way as she tries to rip at my shirt.

Why are we so impatient tonight? It's as if that first time wasn't enough. But I don’t overthink it; I just give myself over to this moment.

My pants are unbuttoned and she's fiddling with my zipper before she pushes it down.

Her eyes travel hungrily over my body. My gaze doesn't leave her face, and I enjoy the way she soaks me in.

Restraint snapping, I rip off her dress, revealing a sexy purple lace bra and a matching thong.

My semi is now a full hard-on from the sight of her, knowing she wore this for me tonight.

She licks her lips, and my heart pounds harder when she grabs at my briefs and pushes them down.

My hands are on her breasts through her lace, the fabric soft and delicate just like her. A sexy sigh leaves her mouth as I squeeze and rub.

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