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“How good was he?” Lucia leans forward, eager to hear more.

“I haveneverhad sex like that. He’s the only man that’s made me come with his head between my legs.”

“He seems like he’d have a good tongue,” Ella adds.

“You’re getting married literally next week, Ell.”

“Please, Josh’s tongue is the only one I’ve ever had. I’m not looking for another,” she chuckles.

“Okay,” Lucia chimes. “We all know Cole is a nice guy. Is he nice in bed, too?”

I smile as I remember that night, the night I keep telling myself to forget. “He isnotnice in bed. Cole Pierce has a filthy mouth.”

“No, he does not!” Ella says in disbelief. “Cole seems like he would blush if someone said the word cock.”

“I’m pretty sure cock is his favorite word,” I laugh. “It’s kind of hard to believe that the man who always tripped over his words around me is the same one that called me a dirty little slut last week.”

“What?!” They yell in unison.

“I told you he was filthy,” I smile.

“So what’s happening now?” Lucia asks.

“Nothing,” I exhale. “I said that it was only one night.” They both stare at me. “Yeah, yeah. I know one night wasn’t enough.”

“So go get more,” Ella shrugs.

“I want to, but I can’t.”

“Stop saying you can’t,” Lucia chastises. “Erase that from your vocabulary. You and Cole click really fucking well, inside and outside the bedroom, apparently. Fuck what your dad thinks.”

The more I talk about it, the more I feel myself slipping further into the feelings I had that night.

The ones telling me to stick around.

The ones telling me to let him make me breakfast in the morning.

The ones telling me I’m never going to find happiness like I feel with Cole.

It scares me, but what we have between us is strong. It’s so hard to turn away from it.

I’m doing what I think is in his best interest, but when he clearly isn’t bothered by risking everything he’s worked for, it might just be impossible to stay away forever…

twenty-four

Rory

“How are you feelingnow, Ror?” Harlow asks as she tightens the belt of her robe.

“Still feel like shit,” I say, wincing as I readjust my position. “But this heat is helping.”

The girls surprised me with a spa day this morning for my birthday, and the sauna we’re in right now is sublime. Unluckily for me, I also started my period yesterday, so I’m bloated and cranky and really just want to hibernate in my bed with my heating pad.

“Meds not working?” Lucia asks.

“Morning dose already wore off,” I shrug. “I’ll take some more in a bit. Right now, I’m not moving because I’m finally comfortable.”

“Who needs a fucking uterus?” Ella scoffs. “All they do is bitch at us every month.”

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