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It’s that weird twist in my chest again that prompts me to speak. I step past him and into the bedroom at the back of the small space. It’s nothing special, but it’s clean, and he has battery powered candles lighting up the room.

There’s also fresh sheets on the bed.

I had full intentions of taking him to his bedroom and stuffing my fingers into his mouth to keep him quiet while I fucked him senseless.

Ishouldfuck him senseless. Take out all of the confusion and twisting feelings I have on his ass, because I’mconfidentwhen I’m that person. I know how to bethatKerian.

I don’t know how to be the Kerian who crawls back on the cheap sheets Zander made the bed with and looks up at the man who took the time to decorate the room so I would feel…

What?

At home?

Romanced?

Cared for…

Maybe…

I refuse to think the last word, so I lean back on my elbows instead and arch a brow. “Seems like you deserve a reward for going to all this trouble for me, hm?”

Zander’s eyes light up, and he starts to pull his shirt over his head. I raise a hand to stop him, and his eyes widen when I strip out of mine instead.

“Kerian?”

“Why don’t you come here and show me how much you’ve been paying attention, Zander?” I spread my legs slightly, trailing my fingers up along my thighs, and watch his eyes follow the path they trace. “You’re really good at sweet talking… I want to see what that mouth of yours can do.”

His cheeks go crimson, but I can see his cock already getting hard in his shorts when he starts to realize what I mean.

“I—”

“Come on, Dimples. Don’t you want to know what it feels like to fuck me with that sweet tongue of yours?”

ChapterTwenty-Seven

ZANDER

Holy fuck.

Holy.

Fuck.

Fucking Kerian with my tongue? Having my face between that plump, sexy ass of his?

Fuck. Yes.

I step closer to him and lower myself to my knees. Looking up at him, I drag shaking hands up his thighs, following the path he took just a few moments ago.

The smile on his face is a mix of smugness and… something else. Nervousness? Apprehension? Anticipation? He wants this—of course he does, since he suggested it—but is he all in?

Grabbing him by the backs of his knees, I pull him closer to me in a quick jerk. I’m rewarded with a look of surprise across his face, his mouth forming a shocked O. Then he laughs, high and free, his entire face lighting up.

Fucking hell, I really am in love with this asshole.

How could I not be? He might be a dick half the time—more like seventy-five percent of the time—but he’s also soft. Caring. Attentive. Since we started doing… whatever this is we’re doing, he’s been so different than I thought he would be. He gives me shit, but I give it right back.

Like a key to a lock, we fit. Perfectly.

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