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Yes, it’s sex. But it’s also love.

My thighs quake and my balls contract, the tension at the base of my spine sizzling painfully. Electricity shoots up my spine, scorching every nerve ending in my body as I come, my cock jerking inside her in almost painful, wrenching spasms.

She wraps her arms around my back and holds on like she never wants to let go. Good. I never want to let her go either. My face buried in her hair, I draw in long, ragged breaths.

“Everly.” I lift my head so I can kiss her, a long, tender kiss of devotion and promise. “I love you.”

“I talkedto Mom and Dad and Matthew about the lawsuit.”

My arms hold her, the soft sheets tucked around us, legs twined together, both of us sleepy and lazy. “Whoa. You did?”

“Yeah. We were all together at the game against the Eagles—well, not all of us; Théo was there, and Asher stopped in and then Matthew, and I just thought, fuck it, I’m laying it out there.”

I cough out a laugh.

“And I convinced Dad to go to the doctor. I don’t think Matthew realized how bad things are getting and how worried we are. Théo helped too.”

“That’s good.” I kiss her temple. “Notgood,of course, but hopefully you’ll get answers and maybe some kind of treatment.”

“Yes. And Dad and Matthew agreed to talk. Hopefully they’ll follow through on that. And Matthew accepted that Mom has to be there too.”

“Wow. You did good, princess.” I give her a squeeze. I’m so fucking proud of her I could burst with it. For what she just told me, but also how she’s reacting to the news of that audit of the Foundation. She let me see inside her. She’s anxious and she worries a lot and needs to be perfect. What happened when she was sixteen was awful, and I know she feels like that makes her weak. But the truth is, she’s resilient. Kind and generous. She makes things happen and never quits. She just needs to slow down a bit and really connect with people. And yeah, take time to laugh and experience the joys of life, because it’s true that it can end anytime.

“I’m sorry how I reacted that night that Gage showed up.” She sighs. “Seeing him reminded me of the biggest mistake I ever made. I’ve tried so hard to never do something like that again. My parents were ashamed and had to do things they probably shouldn’t have to protect me.”

“I don’t believe they were ashamed of you. I think they were probably worried. Which is understandable.”

“Yes. You could be right. But I never wanted to experience their disappointment like that again. And dating you—another player for my dad’s team—seemed like a potentially huge mistake. My dad’s health put things in perspective, though. Now I understand why you live life in the moment. I want to live life in more moments with you. That was why I came to see you that night. When I realized my dad might not be around... or mightnot be himself much longer... I realized how important it is to make the most of the time we do have. I learned that from you.” She pauses, and my heart squeezes. “But then, I also saw how much you care about Owen, and Heather. You may talk about life being all fun, but you also care about people in your life. And I realized the mistake Ireallymade was letting you go.”

My arms tighten around her and I close my eyes on a rush of emotion. Joy. Worship. Gratitude. Love.

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ARYA

“Oh my God!”Everly cries.

I grab my paddle board and rest my forearms on it, staring at Harrison. I’m befuddled. And cold.

“Are you okay?” he asks. “I am so sorry.”

The class is totally disrupted now. Everyone is murmuring and making shocked noises. I don’t even know what to say. This has never happened to me. “I’m fine,” I say through clenched teeth. “Wet, obviously.”

“I’m really sorry,” he says again, and he does look contrite. “You can blame him.” He jerks his head at the guy who made the anal joke.

That guy gives me a guilty grimace. “Sorry.”

I blow out a breath and turn my glare back on Harrison. I’d like to tear a strip off him, but that’s not what yoga is supposed to be about. Peace. Oneness. Harmony.I am capable of anything.I take another breath and relax my body, including my face. “Are you able to continue with the class?” I ask him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says quickly. “For sure. Uh, are you?”

I roll onto my paddleboard and strip off the thin zip-front hoodie I’m wearing. I drop it to the board behind me. “Yes.” I find my center and stand, now in my wet sports bra andyoga shorts. My hair’s in a ponytail, which is good, although it’s dripping water down my back. I gaze around at the group. “Sometimes you need yoga. Sometimes you need a beer.” I pause. “Sometimes you need both.”

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