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“You’re right. I do.”

“What do you like in bed, Heidi.” It’s not a question. It’s a demand.

“I like it when you’re rough,” I admit. “And I like some good old degradation as long as you’re possessive about it.”

I can feel his chest shake with a chuckle. “What does that mean?”

I lean back further, the back of my head resting on his shoulder. Emmett turns his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck.

“I mean that I love being called a slut in bed, but only as long as you call meyourslut. You know? It changes the entire meaning of it.”

He pauses. “Does it?”

I nod.

“What else do you like?”

“I like it when you’re vocal. When you moan. I haven’t had a ton of sex in my lifetime, but I can tell you I certainly donotlike it when men are completely silent.”

“What else?”

“I love it when you’re possessive. Jealous even,” I find myself admitting without hesitation. I’ve never been this open about my desires with anyone. “I’ve always just wanted someone who wants me so badly that they’ll do just about anything.”

Emmett drags his lip up my neck, and I hum in approval. “Did I do okay yesterday?” he asks.

“You did amazing.”

“Good.”

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EMMETT

Iwake up to Heidi in my bed.

We watched the sun go down last night, her in my lap. We didn’t have sex—it didn’t feel like the time for that.

The electric charge between us was palpable, but sunsets seem to mean so much to both of us that we just cherished it, happy with her in my arms.

It was the first one where I felt genuinely happy since that night on our vacation.

Heidi rolls over with a little groan, and it takes everything in me not to pull her ass into me and go back to sleep.

But it’s time to get up.

Heidi willnotbe going for a run today, so I let her sleep in a bit. She was already tucked away in my bed when Juniper got home last night, too tired from her long day at school and, in her words, “beating the crap out of Leo,” to notice the car Heidi borrowed from me in the driveway.

Who am I kidding. The damn thing is hers.

The house can be too.

It’s been two days since our moment on the car, and yet it’s been months of slowly falling in love with her. Every single day there was something that proved to me why I needed to be withher, even when I was working my hardest to find reasons that it shouldn’t happen.

This was always meant to be, I’m sure of it.

Throwing on some clothes, I head out to the kitchen to start some breakfast for Juniper and some coffee for Heidi for when she wakes up, only to find Juniper already at the table.

“Heidi’s here?” she asks, her eyes darting out the front window to her car.

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