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Her hands cup my face. “I know who you are, Evan. I’m not here to try and change you.” A small smile crosses her face. “I must be as unhinged as you to say this, but… I like who you are. The obsessive, possessive, controlling asshole. I think I’m in love with him.”

I know she’s been drinking, but I see the truth in her eyes.

Damn, I hope she remembers this tomorrow.

There’s no turning back from this. No walking away from her confession. She’s mine, and I’m hers.Forever.

“I know I’m in love with you, Lexi.”

CHAPTER 47

Alexis

Something heavy pins my body whenever I try to move. My hand touches a rock, and my lashes flutter, confusion rolling through me.What the hell? Am I sleeping outside?

My eyes snap open, and horror fills me as I look over at Evan’s sleeping frame. We’re intertwined like a vine, which explains why I’m burning up. The man is like a furnace.

I lift my head from the silky pillow, my gaze moving from Evan’s hotter-than-hell body, clad only in a pair of black boxers, to the unfamiliar space around me.Oh my God. I’m in his bed.

My head pounds from the headache plaguing me but also the blank space inside my head where last night’s memories should be.What the hell happened?

I shift my weight, trying to extract myself from Evan, but his deep, raspy voice washes over me. “You’re not going anywhere.”

I still, my gaze moving to his face. His eyes are still closed, and his expression is relaxed. He appears to be asleep, but clearly he’s not.

Long lashes part, revealing charcoal eyes. A slow smile spreads across his face. “Good morning, bellissima.”

I hate that those words sound even sexier in the morning. And I hate that I want to experience this every single morning.

Wait. Did we have sex last night?

“No, we didn’t fuck, bellissima. Wipe that terrified look from your face.” His arms band around me, pulling me to his chest. “I saved that for this morning since you were intoxicated last night.”

My hands push against his rock-hard chest. “I wasn’t drunk. And we aren’t fucking this morning. Or ever again.”

The disbelieving laugh that escapes him makes me want to punch him. He’s infuriating as hell.

“I’m serious, Evan. We aren’t?—”

He rolls me over, pinning me beneath the weight of his body. His lips slam over mine, shutting me up.

I instantly respond to his kiss and touch, melting against his body. My arms go around his neck, clinging to him.

As his lips lower to my neck, he whispers, “We aren’t gonna fuck, huh, bellissima?” His nose lightly trails over my skin, goosebumps exploding in the wake of his touch. “You’re a little liar. You’re so damn responsive to me.”

Little liar.The man wearing the Ghostface mask called me that in the woods.

How could it be Evan?The first time Ghostface chased me, he was with Trent in the coffee shop, and the second time, he was in his office, grading papers.

“Jesus.” The breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding is expelled, and my gaze moves over my traitorous body. It’s then I realize I’m only wearing my bra and panties. “Did you undress me?”

His smiles before his shifts, his lips gliding over my throat and to my exposed cleavage. “Yes. I wouldn’t let you sleep in my bed wearing punch-stained clothing. Plus, as much skin as you were showing, what you’re wearing now is?—”

“I wasn’t showing that much skin. And why am I in your bed?” My brows draw in. “I thought you didn’t allow women in your bedroom, let alone your bed?”

“Women, Lexi. You aren’t in that category.” His teeth clamp over my hard nipple through the lace of my bra, making me whimper. “You’remywoman.”

My conversation with Professor Huntley races through my head, casting doubt.

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