Page 207 of The Re-Proposal

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I’m a hot,satisfied mess when Cody finishes with me. My legs can barely hold me up. It’s a good thing he pulls me into his lap so I can catch my breath or I’d probably sprawl on the floor like a human rug.

The chair creaks as it accepts both our weight. Our bodies are fused together. My legs dangle over his and I resist the urge to nuzzle him like a cat.

That would be weird.

But I doubt he’d mind.

This is only the beginning for us, and there’s no turning back. With every feral thrust, he etched his name inside me and I did the same.

He’s mine.

I’m his.

It’s perfect. Nothing can tear us apart this time.

“That was… way more intense than I remember,” I whisper.

His voice is still, low. “Should I apologize for my past self?”

“No, no.” I chuckle. “I just meant something was different. Or maybewe’redifferent? I don’t know. Maybe it’s because we’re in your office. Like rebels.”

He doesn’t laugh.

Again, I feel that unease.

“Are you okay?”

He nods.

Cody’s heartbeat pounds so close to mine that I wonder if he never took his heart back. Maybe it’s still right there in my ribs. Maybe that’s why he feels more like the Ice King than my…

Boyfriend?

Lover?

Do we need to define this?

My fingers curl around him and I ease up, staring into his face.

I want to tell him I love him. I thought this moment would be perfect for it, but the expression on his face is frigid. The word hangs on the edge of my tongue, refusing to take the plunge.

Something’s off with Cody.

I don’t know what it is.

I only know that it’s gotten worse.

There’s a distance between us, one I don’t understand how to cross. I want kisses and cuddles, but Cody doesn’t seem interested. He pulls back and stares out the window.

The stars are twinkling brightly. There are so many of them, as if they all wanted front-row seats to the fireworks that sparked on the desk.

“Is something wrong?”

Cody opens his mouth but, before he can explain, his cell phone rings.

“It’s Clay,” he says, patting my bum lightly.

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