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I didn’t answer, I couldn’t even if I had wanted to. My orgasm was hovering around the edges of my awareness, threatening to send me to the floor as a shaky, sodden mess. When I finally came it felt like fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. I literally saw stars. Only Oliver had ever been able to make me do that.

Oliver moaned against my ear when he spilled inside me, kissing along my neck, the side of my face, everywhere he could reach.

“Never thought we’d make love in the Pig,” I giggled, and Oliver laughed with me before slowly pulling out, steadying me with a hand on my hip.

“Maybe that’s why I bought the place,” he teased, and I snorted out a laugh as he pulled up my shorts.

I buttoned them, blushing. He pulled up his jeans then adjusted himself as we headed to the door. After shutting down the lights and locking up the place, we walked out to the parking lot.

In the car, I went quiet, mostly to try and think of the right words to say.

“Oliver?” I said when we were halfway home. I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper.

“Mmm?”

“That has got to be the last time, okay? I can’t do this anymore.”

Oliver was quiet for a moment, his shoulders stiff, but then he shrugged. I couldn’t really read his face due to the dark and the way he looked to the side to navigate a turn.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

That was all he had to say? Okay? He had pleaded withme to stay, begged me to think about staying while we were having sex. Okay?

“Sure. If that’s what you want.”

“It is,” I said, more confidently than I felt, and Oliver just glanced at me. His expression told me nothing at all about what he was thinking. I felt closed off, shut out, and it hurt more than I thought it would.

“Then that’s it. It’s the last time.”

That was it.

Was it really that easy? Why was I so annoyed?

Wasn’t this what I wanted? For it to be over?

I was still reeling when he dropped me off at the cabin.

“Wait, Lex,” he said, and I quickly turned around, relieved, hoping he’d ask me why, beg me not to break things off. But then he handed me my apron out the window. “Don’t forget this.”

“Oh. Thanks,” I mumbled before he drove away.

What in the hell wasthat?

Chapter 18

Oliver

Ileft Lexie’s cabin feeling disheartened, but at the same time, I knew she was right. I was definitely falling back in love with her, and that was something I couldn’t afford to do. It’d nearly killed me the first time.

Instead of going straight home like I’d planned, letting Trent stay over at my mother’s house, I headed over to pick him up, feeling lonely. I didn’t examine why. I felt like I was in shock, and if I allowed too much awareness of what had just happened to permeate the numbness, I would have a full-on panic attack.

I knew Trent would be asleep, but at least I wouldn’t have to be in my big house all by myself. I didn’t think I could handle that, not tonight.

My mother came to the door, sleepy and surprised.

“Ollie? What are you doing here so late? I thought you were going to let him sleep over.”

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