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“Someone reminded me it could be that simple,” he mutters softly, one corner of his mouth tipped up in a stupid almost smile that keeps my lungs from inflating.

What if?

Whatifwhatifwhatif.

“But you’re str—”

Chapter Forty-Two

Jordan

I slam my lipsto his, silencing him.

And when he remains stock still, I grip his face, pressing the pads of my thumbs into his chin until he drops it open.

God, fuck—yes.

He tastes like my last fucking meal.

Mac. Mac. Mac.

Chapter Forty-Three

Mac

I’m rocketed between thedimensions of time and space, where no mere mortal can exist.

I no longer exist.

I am just a mass of floating stardust left in the wake of what was.

Jordan swipes his tongue along mine, his hold on my face, his body pressing in so close that I feel him shoulder to thigh.

Three days.

He deepens the kiss impossibly so, like he’s starving for me, as his hands find my hair and grip me tightly. His fingers tangle in the still wet mess, the tug stinging as he tilts my head to the side.

This is a dream. It has to be.

It’s the only way I can explain the gasping breath that explodes from him when I break away.

“J-Jordan,” I stammer out when he dives back in, his swollen lips trailing down my stubble-covered jaw to my throat.

His hands smooth over my chest. Lower. Scratch their way through the trail of hair leading into my towel, then take hold of my hips.

Each touch sears into me, leaving layers of goosebumps in their wake.

Don’t wake me up.

A whimper escapes me when he yanks me forward at the same time his teeth sink into my hammering pulse point and my head falls back.

“Damn, Vida,” he murmurs hotly against my neck and a chill races straight down my spine. “You get me so fucking hard.”

He grinds against me and my flaring gaze drops.

When I can’t see it for myself, I knock his hat off his head and fist his hair, pulling him away from the mark I know he’s leaving on my neck. He hisses, his back arching away from me, his hips digging into mine.

There’s no mistaking the bulge of his jeans pressing into me.

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