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I heat up my second helping and turn to face her. “I like it.”

Collie smiles and it’s not a cute one, it’s full of sass. “Of course you do. It’s because you’re lovesick. You sure it was food poisoning that had you on your deathbed yesterday?”

“I am not lovesick. I just appreciate his gesture.” She can believe whatever she wants, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re leaving tomorrow and I’ll never see Jones again.

It’s in my best interest to remember that.

“Whatever you say. Hey, have you heard from Mom and Dad?”

“Not since we got here. Why? Is everything okay?” I ask with concern.

Collie waves me off. “Oh, yeah. Everything’s fine. Mom texted me earlier saying they’re having a retirement party for Dad when we get back in town. She wanted to make sure we don’t have plans before she books the reservation at the restaurant.”

“That’s sweet of her. When is it?” I ask.

“July 15th.”

I check the calendar on my phone, confirming I’m free. “Works for me.”

“Perfect. I’ll let her know,” Collie says, walking to the table to grab her purse. “I’m heading out. Meeting the boys for brunch in the market. Wanna come?”

I shake my head. “I’m okay, Cols. You go have fun.”

She smiles and hugs me quickly. “You seeing Jones tonight? After all, it’s your last night to be cock smashed.”

I nod and chuckle, trying not to think about this being the last time. “Cock smash? Creative. But yes. Meeting him at his place. I’ll be back in the morning before our flight.”

“Have fun, my beautiful sister,” Collie whispers to me. “Make this last night one to remember. Enjoy every second of it. You deserve it.”

Tears fill my eyes. “I’ll do my best. Love you, Cols. Be safe.”

She grins. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

I giggle. She has no idea the things I’ve done and the places my mouth has been this week. The things I intend to keep doing all the way till morning.

Until we say goodbye, at least.

* * *

“If you could eatone food for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“Only one?” Jones asks, caressing my hip with his touch.

“Yep.”

We’ve spent the entire day fucking, watching movies, showering, and fucking some more. We’re both spent and exhausted on sex—an indescribable feeling of perfect contentment.

That’s how we ended up here, naked in Jones’ bed, cuddling into the late hours of the night.

We decided together we would steer clear of any personal questions that go below the surface, so we’re indulging ourselves in random facts about each other.

I’ve laughed more this past hour than ever before.

Wrapped in his arms, I trace circles across Jones’ muscular chest. He’s thinking too hard about my question, taking it more seriously than I thought.

“It’s a toss-up,” he says, causing me to groan.

“Have mercy. Any day now, old man.” I scowl.

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