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Every time we touch like this, it’s like our bodies are fighting to memorize one another.

Nora draws back from our kiss to catch a breath and traces her finger down the ridge of my nose. “I wish I could’ve met him too.”

The statement sets every single urge inside of me free because, in the next moment, I’m drawing her lips back to mine—pulling her closer by the straps of her overalls—and kissing her like we’re in the privacy of my flat. Thankfully, we’ve run so far back into the field to get to this damn pumpkin that we’ve conveniently distanced ourselves from everyone else here this morning.

We take advantage of our fleeting privacy.

Nora’s hips grind against my groin, and it feels so nice that I swear I’ve never wanted this girl more than I do right this second. My dick swells beneath my pants, growing harder with every shift of her body against mine. We’re both groaning into each other’s mouths, stealing every bit of each other’s decency with every hungry, passionate kiss we take.

If I could, I’d drag her with me into the woods surrounding the very back end of this miles-long pumpkin field and ruin every fucking remnant of modesty left in her.

I’d show her just how much I appreciate every beautiful smile she gives me and every sweet and taunting word she lets fall from her lips. I’d let her ride me until we’re both crying out so loudly that we scare off the damn birds in the trees.

Nora’s stealing every bit of restraint left in me, and I’ve never enjoyed the abandonment of my cares more.

My yearning reaches its peak just as Nora abruptly pulls away. She forces herself to stand, and so casually dusts off the debris clung to her clothes—as if we weren’t just dry-humping each other to a near climax.

She bites her lip as she glances down at the tented fabric of my pants. “We can’t do this here.”

“You could have drawn that line in the sand about two minutes ago,” I groan, rising to my feet and dusting my ass off. I cover my hard-on with my hands and hope that it doesn’t plan on staying long. “You’re bloody hateful.”

Her gaze travels back down to the state of disarray she’s left my dick in, and she giggles.

“Not funny,” I grumble. This is the bluest my balls have ever been.

But she just laughs harder. “No pouting, Theo. Besides, there are kids around. Now, back to business…”

Nora bends down and grunts as she attempts to lift her comically large pumpkin. It spins and rolls along the ground each time her hands try to get a good grip on it.

I find myself so breathless with laughter that I can hardly speak. “You sure that’s the pumpkin you want to settle on?”

She slices her eyes over at me and pins me with a defiant glare. “I’m sure, Theodore.”

And dammit, if I didn’t end up carrying that huge, orange monstrosity all the way back to her flat.

30

PROMISES, PROMISES

E L L I E

An elbow to my ribcage startles me awake as Professor Henderson gives the class a few closing announcements. I catch my head before it hits the table and straighten in my chair while an amused grin cuts across Connor’s face beside me.

“Your essays on‘Julius Caesar’are due this Friday before fall break,” Henderson graciously reminds us. “You can either place a physical copy on my desk or turn it in via email. You’re all dismissed.”

“Some of us have already dismissed ourselves,” Connor says out of the corner of his mouth.

“Shut up.” I flip him a discrete bird, rub my tired eyes, and gather my things together. “I slept like shit this weekend.”

“Party a little too hard atGullie’s,did we?”

“I wish that was the case.”

The events that unfolded after we left the bar come rushing to the forefront of my mind in an angry storm, but I try to hide the sudden uneasiness that settles over me as we leave the classroom.

All this stuff with John this past week has me wound up like a coiled spring. I found myself lying awake the past few nights contemplating what he might do next—wondering if he’ll ever decide to leave me the hell alone or if this is an issue I’ll have to worry about for the rest of my time here in London.

Theo picked up on my restlessness as if it was his own.

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