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The room is silent for a few moments before Skyla slowly eases off my face and I sit up, hair mussed, face covered in my girl’s juices and a winning smile on my face.

“Fuck, Ronan. You should call more often.”

He scoffs and flips me off, while Skyla giggles and pushes my shoulder.

“You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you,” Ronan says to Skyla, but I can’t help but fuck with him as I bounce up from the bed, pulling my pants back up as I do.

“Aw, thanks, daddy. Well, it’s been fun but I gotta snuggle with my girl. Byeeee,” I say as I hang up the phone, only barely hearing him say something about me being a little fucker.

Turning to face Skyla, she’s watching me with a tired smile and a shake of her head.

“That wasn’t very nice, Liam.”

Dropping onto the bed beside her, I look up at her and smile.

“I’m not a very nice man, Skyla.”

“Yes you are,” she says, with that same smile and a shake of her head.

“I love that you think that,” I say genuinely, as I reach up and brush her hair out of her face. She sinks into my touch andsomehow, that gesture alone feels even better than the orgasm I just had.

Okay, no it doesn’t. I think that was the best orgasm of my life, but still.

I scooch up to the top of the bed, laying on the edge as I lift up my arm for her in invitation. She smiles, standing up before grabbing a black silk nightgown from her closet. I pout that she’s not rubbing her naked body against me as she lays in my arms, but when I feel her press a soft kiss to my chest, I guess I can live with it.

Reaching for the remote, I begin scrolling through shows before I give her an option between a horror movie or a romantic comedy. To my surprise, she picks the horror and I turn it on before pulling the blankets over us.

We watch the movie in perfect silence, me running my fingers through her hair and her drawing lazy designs with her fingertip against my skin before she speaks.

“I like you too much, I think.”

I press a kiss to the top of her head as I look down at her, despite her eyes still on the TV.

“Yeah? How come?”

“I don’t know. You didn’t give me much of a choice. I love Ronan but I…”

Her words trail off, and my chest clenches in anticipation before I speak for her.

“I’m falling for you, Skyla. Hard. There is no choice for me anymore. It’s you, babygirl.”

She looks up at me, gem colored eyes full of emotion.

“Really?”

I nod, as I lean down and press my lips to hers.

“Really,” I whisper against her skin.

It feels fucking crazy that I could be this out of my mind for a girl I literally just started dating. I’ve been with plenty of women,had tons of repeats and I never felt a tenth of what I feel for Skyla, with any of them. I knew from the first moment I saw her that she was fucking special, and I know even more in this moment, I’ll never let her go.

Chapter Thirty

Skyla

The cold night air pricks at my skin, the damp midnight dew of the grass chilling my feet to the bone. I’m moving through the old graveyard of the school, desperate for a way out, but I keep looping back to the same place. I look down at the headstones surrounding me, trying to make sense of where I am so I don’t keep going in circles but, they are the same three over and over again.

Bridgette Bishop, Sarah Osbourne and Elizabeth Proctor.

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