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“Likethat,” she says, beaming, moving her hands to my chest to hold herself steady.

She bounces up and down as I greedily sink my hands into the mounds of her ass. I press and massage her roundness, driving up at the same time as she sits down. We meet in a place of glorious, aching ecstasy.

Her breasts bounce, but it’s even more appealing to look at her face, at her flushed cheeks, and into her confident eyes. She owns this moment, riding it for all it’s worth.

I sit up, kissing her breasts, tasting her skin and her sweet sweat. We rock together.

Then she bites down on my shoulder, her orgasm turning into a muffled scream. I spread my hands over her back, holding her as she crescendos. My rock-hard cock throbs as my seed rushes up, erupting out of my me. We finish as one, connected, belonging …

As we roll over, and I wilt inside of her, I remain inside, feeling her warmth and mine, holding onto our last few moments together.

CHAPTER 27

HOLLY

Last night was perfect.

There’s no other word for what we shared. It stung a little at first, but it was heaven once I got into it. As the morning sunlight bleeds through the curtains, it’s only now that anything negative touches what we did.

He strokes his hand through my hair. “I wish we could stay here forever.”

“Me too.” I kiss his bare chest. “There’s no putting it off now, is there? The night had to end.”

He sighs. “I guess it had to. Let’s grab some breakfast.”

“The last supper … sort of. It’s fitting.”

“Too damn fitting.”

After showering and changing into the fresh clothes Asher bought us yesterday, we head downstairs. He doesn’t hold my hand. I’m not sure if I’m grateful or resentful of that. Brianna is waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. She’s clutching her cell phone.

“Have you seen?” she asks.

“Seen what?”

“Have you checked your phones, either of you?”

“No,” I say, confused. “I normally do, but no, not this morning.”

“Me neither,” Asher says with the same surprise. He glances at me with a sad smile as if acknowledging the only reason he ever checks it is for me.

“Remember that speech you gave yesterday?” Brianna says.

Asher rolls his eyes at me.

“I told you it was a speech,” I quip.

“What about it?” he asks.

“Look.”

Brianna shows us her phone screen. It’s an online video titled “Send This To Somebody You Love On Christmas.” I blink, wondering if I’m seeing things—almost a million views already. It shows Asher staring down Derek and his thug friends, intensity blazing from him, his voice raised.

“If I had the chance, I’d tell her I loved her every day …”

I grab Asher’s arm. Love. We haven’t talked about that. It’s hopeless, masochistic even, to speak about the L-word when it has to end.

“One of those teenagers clipped it and uploaded it,” I whisper.

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