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I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything except feel. His lips are on mine, his hands exploring every inch of exposed skin, and it’s all too much and not enough, all at the same time.

I arch against him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he presses against me, his body a solid, warm presence that makes me want more, need more. I want to feel his skin againstmine, to have his hands and mouth on every part of me, to drown in the pleasure he’s giving me.

“Jack, please,” I gasp, not sure what I’m asking for, but he seems to understand.

His hand slides down, and he cups my ass, pulling me even closer as he trails kisses along my jaw and down the column of my neck. Every touch, every caress, is like a brand, searing into my skin and making my entire body feel like it’s on fire.

His fingers tease at the hem of my shorts, and when he finally slips a hand beneath the waistband, I nearly come apart right then and there. His touch is feather-light, his fingers skimming over my sensitive flesh, and when he strokes my clit, it’s like the world explodes around me.

I cling to him with my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he brings me higher and higher, the pleasure building with each passing second. When he finally slides a finger inside me, it’s like I’ve been waiting for this, like every nerve in my body is singing with anticipation.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice rough and strained.

I can only moan in response. My body moves of its own accord, grinding against his hand as he works his fingers in and out of me. He curls them inside me, finding that perfect spot, and the world shatters around me.

My vision blurs and my muscles clench as I come undone, and the only thing keeping me grounded is Jack’s steady presence. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me close, and his breath is warm against my skin as he whispers words of encouragement.

It’s intense, almost overwhelming, and for a moment, it’s like the whole world disappears and the only thing that exists is the two of us, lost in the pleasure we’re creating.

I come down slowly, the waves of pleasure ebbing away, and I slump against Jack’s chest, spent.

He holds me for a long moment, stroking my back, and when I finally catch my breath, I look up at him. He’s smiling, a soft, gentle smile that’s filled with a tenderness I didn’t expect. But when I reach down to stroke him through his jeans, the smile falters, and he stops me.

“Sonya, we should—”

“Stop?” I finish for him. My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, and I try to pull away, but his grip on my arm tightens.

“No, not stop. We should slow down. This isn’t the right time.”

I blink, confused. I don’t understand. This man has slept with half the female population in Green Lake. He just went through this whole monologue about how amazing I am and how he wants to fight for me, and now he’s rejecting me. Again.

I yank my arm away, and he lets me go. I’m tired of this back-and-forth. I’m tired of wondering what’s going on between us, what we are to each other. And more than anything, I’m tired of hoping for something that’s clearly never going to happen.

“I’m going to bed,” I say, and my voice is cold, emotionless.

I walk out of the kitchen, and he doesn’t try to stop me.

Chapter 16 - Jack

The house feels too damn quiet, like it’s waiting for something to break the silence. It’s been this way ever since that night in the kitchen, and I can’t seem to get it back to normal. Sonya’s been avoiding me, and I don’t blame her. I’ve been avoiding her, too, because every time I see her, all I can think about is what we did and how I pulled away when I should’ve leaned in.

I watch Fiona as she crawls around the living room, and her little giggles fill the empty space that Sonya used to occupy. She’s the only thing keeping me grounded right now, and I can’t help but think about how Sonya fits into this picture. It’s not just about the help with Fiona or having someone around the house. It’s more than that, something I can’t quite name but feel in every empty room and every awkward silence that stretches between us.

I lean against the doorframe of the living room, watching Fiona stack her blocks only to knock them over again. Normally, this would be the part where Sonya comes in, her laugh ringing through the house as she plays with Fiona, her smile lighting up the room. But she’s not here, and the ache in my chest grows stronger with every second that passes.

I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, Sonya stopped being just Fiona’s nanny and became part of this home, part of my life. And now, the thought of her leaving makes my stomach twist in knots. She’s got a life back in Stardust Hollow, a family, friends. I’ve been selfish, thinking I could keep her here forever. She deserves more than this, more than me and my half-baked attempts at being something I’m not sure I can be.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I murmur to Fiona, who looks up at me with her big brown eyes, so much like mine, it hurts. I scoop her up, holding her close as she squirms and giggles. “What do you think? Should we give Sonya a little break? She’s been working so hard, taking care of you and putting up with your dad’s crap.”

Fiona just babbles, and her tiny fingers grab at my shirt, which I take as a yes. I’ve been thinking about it all day, and it feels like the right thing to do. Sonya needs some space, some time to herself without being stuck in this house with all the tension we’ve built up between us.

I find Sonya in the kitchen with her back to me as she chops vegetables, wearing that focused expression she always has when she’s trying to keep her mind off something. Probably me. I clear my throat, and she glances over her shoulder with wary eyes.

“Hey,” I say, trying to sound casual even though my heart’s racing. “Got a minute?”

“Sure,” she replies, setting the knife down and turning to face me. Her arms cross over her chest, and there’s that wall again, the one I helped build brick by brick. “What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking,” I start, and already I can see her bracing herself for whatever I’m about to say. “You’ve been here, dealing with all of this—dealing with me and Fiona—and I just… I think you should take a break. Maybe a few days off, go back to Stardust Hollow or just get away for a bit. You deserve it. I’ll take some time off work so you can.”

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