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Her fingers brush my boxer briefs, my cock still hard from everything—touching her, kissing her, feeling her climaxing around me.

“I want to give you relief too.” Her voice is so small as she turns to her back. “You need it.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

Swallowing hard, I shake my head. “Lennon, no.” That’s a goddamn bad idea. When she starts to slip her fingers inside, I quickly grab her wrist. “This wasn’t about me. It was about your pleasure.”

“I don’t want you thinking I used you,” she says softly.

Swallowing hard, I wonder if I could plead momentary insanity if I let her touch me.

No. I know I couldn’t handle her hands on me. There’s no way I could stop. The moment she wrapped her delicate fingers around my dick, I’d pin her down, and everything would change.

This moment was forher.

“I’d never think that, Lennon. Never,” I reassure her.

She looks up at me, her beautiful blue eyes that I’ve memorized since the night we met.

Lennon pulls her arm back and shifts to face me. “Thank you, Hunter.” She brings a hand up and cups my cheek, her thumb rubbing slowly across my hot skin.

I give her a small nod, then lean down and kiss her forehead.

“You’re one of the good ones,” she says when I pull away. “I wish things were different in our world. You deserve someone so much better than me?—”

I open my mouth to disagree, but she shakes her head not to interrupt her.

“Someone who isn’t such an emotional mess and could give you everything and more the way you always give to others. And when you find her, she’ll be the luckiest woman in the world.”

God.

I want to say so much to her right now.

Tell her I already have.

Remind her it’sherI want. She’s who I’ve always wanted.

Tell her how good we’d be together, how good we already are even as just friends.

Beg her to fight for me.

But I don’t say shit.

I can’t.

I’m thankful we’re in the dark, and she can’t see the tears brimming in my eyes. When it comes to her, I’m so fucking torn. I know she feelssomethingfor me, yet she refuses to allow herself to do anything about it.

I know Brandon was the love of her life, and that’s something I’ll never be.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

LENNON

After the hospitaltour a month ago, I’ve been thinking about Hunter having a baby with Jenna and it’s made me a bit stabby.

Okay,a lotstabby.

I know what Hunter said and that his chances of having kids are low, which I believe, but even if there’s a one in a million chance that he could, what if Jenna’s right, and he is the father?

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