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“Yes. That’s why I climaxed.”

She giggled. “Well, yeah, I figured as much, but that was sexual. I know you hate random touches, which me touching you just then was.”

I considered my words before replying. “You’re different. I like it when you touch me, and not just sexually. Your touch feels good. You can touch me any time you like.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“That’s good.” She slid a bit closer, so our upper bodies touched and her breasts pressed against my arm. I still wore a tee shirt, but I could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric, and it was comforting.

“We should get some sleep,” she said after a few minutes. “I have a class at 9.”

“Are you sure you don’t need to…?”

“No, I’m good,” she smiled before sliding her arm across my waist. I pulled up the covers some more, so she didn’t get cold.

Her body resting against me felt right. Like her broken pieces fitted mine perfectly.

I still had no clue who she really was. It was obvious Thea was hiding many things, not least her true identity, but I no longer cared. It didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that I’d found her.

And I wasn’t ever letting her go.

67

Thea

Coffee was the only thing keeping me awake after my night with Milo. When I woke up to the shrill sound of my phone alarm, Milo had gone, an indent in the pillow beside mine and a crusty tee the only evidence of our tryst.

I half expected him to have messaged me, but my phone screen remained blank.

Did he regret it?

Who knew.

Did I?

Fuck knows.

My head was all over the place. Between Milo, Landon, and Kyril, I had no clue what was happening.

At least my father wasn’t harassing me. I could only assume the issues caused by the multi-agency focus on organized crime were keeping him busy.

There had been another massive drugs bust overnight. NCA officers had intercepted a fishing vessel off the south coast and discovered a huge shipment of cocaine. I suspected the boat was one of my father’s. Unless the Irish had changed their shippingroutes lately, the shipping lanes off the south coast fell within my father’s territory.

“Hey.” Eden dropped a plate with a slice of cake on it in front of me and grinned.

“Is that for me?”Chocolate cake. Yum.

“Yeah, you look like you need a sugar boost.” She unwrapped a cheese roll and took a bite.

“Thanks.” Cake probably wouldn’t help - I needed a nap - but I appreciated the thought.

“We’re going clubbing tomorrow night,” Eden announced after she’d finished inhaling her sandwich.

“We are?” I looked up from reading a news report on the drugs bust.

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