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His fingers finally find me, exploring, discovering what makes my breath catch, what draws soft sounds from my throat. I reciprocate, my hand wrapping around his thick cock, marveling at the contrast of velvet skin over steel hardness.

We learn each other this way, unhurried, each touch a conversation, each response a secret shared. When neither of us can stand the anticipation any longer, I reach for the condom on the nightstand, tearing open the foil packet with trembling fingers.

He watches, eyes hooded, as I roll it onto him with careful movements. Then he's shifting our positions, guiding me to my side, his body curving behind mine. His hand lifts my top leg, opening me to him as he positions himself.

"Is this okay?" he asks, always checking, always making sure.

"Perfect," I breathe, turning my head to capture his lips as he pushes forward, entering me in a single, fluid motion.

The angle is amazing, allowing him to reach places inside me that send sparks shooting behind my eyelids. His arm wraps around me, hand splayed across my stomach, holding me against him as he begins to move with slow, deliberate thrusts.

We find our rhythm together, unhurried yet building in intensity. His lips trace patterns on my neck, my shoulder, wherever he can reach without disturbing his injury. My hand finds his at my waist, our fingers intertwining as our bodies move in perfect synchrony.

"Hannah," he murmurs against my skin. "You feel so good. I love this."

The praise washes over me, heightening every sensation. I turn my head again, needing to see his face, needing that connection as we move together. What I find in his expression—the raw emotion, the vulnerability beneath the desire—pushes me closer to the edge.

"I love this too," I admit, the words escaping on a gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me. I arch my back into him. "So much."

His rhythm falters momentarily, his eyes widening at my words. Then he's kissing me, deep and desperate, his movements becoming more deeper, more thrusting. His free hand slides between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing it softly.

The combination is too much—his body inside mine, his fingers working their magic, the emotion passing between us in waves. The tension builds, coils tight, and finally breaks in a rush of sensation that has me crying out his name. His real name. He comes inside the condom alongside my orgasm. He’s watching me watch him.

We stay connected, breathing hard, neither willing to break the perfect circle we've created with our bodies. His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer against his chest as if he can't bear any distance between us.

"Our perfect moments," he whispers, the word carrying more weight than he can understand.

I turn in his arms to face him, careful of his injury as I settle against his chest. "In our imperfect circumstances."

"Wouldn’t want it any other way." He kisses my forehead, my nose, finally my lips in a series of gentle affirmations.

We clean up, take a quick shower, neither of us wanting to be apart for long. When we return to bed, he pulls me close again, arranging the comforter over us both. My head finds its place on his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear, his fingers tracing lazy patterns up and down my spine.

I stay awake a little longer, savoring the weight of his arm around me, the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my ear. It's strange to think that the most disastrous night of my life—that confused, mortifying encounter in Cade's bed—has led to this perfect moment. That what began as the worst mistake I've ever made has somehow transformed into the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Life doesn't follow outlines or rulebooks. It's messy and unpredictable, full of wrong turns that lead to unexpected destinations. But some wrong turns, I'm beginning to believe, are actually the universe course-correcting. Putting us where we need to be, even if it's not where we thought we were going.

As sleep finally claims me, I'm filled with a certainty I've never felt before. Whatever happens tomorrow or next week or years from now, this moment exists. It's real and perfect and ours. Sanderson's arms around me, his heart beating against mine, the quiet understanding between us—these things can't be undone or erased, no matter what happened in the past or what the future holds.

Chapter 32

I wake to sunlight streaming through blinds I forgot to close and the unfamiliar but perfect weight of Hannah curled against my side. Her breathing is deep and even, her hair spread across my chest. For a moment, I just watch her—the slight part of her lips, the flutter of her eyelashes as she dreams, the peaceful expression I've never seen when she's awake and overthinking everything.

My face throbs, a dull reminder of last night's game and the high stick that took me out of it. The sight of Hannah in my bed—in my shirt, which she must have pulled on sometime during the night—the pain barely registers.

We're in this now. Together. Official. The thought should terrify me, send me running for the familiar safety of casual hookups and zero expectations. Instead, it feels like exhaling after holding my breath for years.

A sharp knock at the front door shatters the moment. I tense, immediately on guard. It's barely 8 AM on a Saturday. Nobody comes by this early unless something's wrong.

"Sandy?" Hannah mumbles, stirring against me, her voice thick with sleep.

"Someone's at the door," I explain, carefully extracting myself from her embrace. "Go back to sleep."

She makes a soft, disgruntled noise that I find ridiculously endearing, then rolls into the warm spot I've vacated, already drifting back to dreamland. I pull on a pair of boxers from my dresser, wincing as the movement pulls at sore muscles from the game.

The knocking comes again, more insistent this time. I pad down the hallway, irritation building with each step. Whoever's interrupting the first peaceful morning I've had in weeks better have a damn good reason.

I yank open the door without checking the peephole—a mistake I realize immediately when I find myself face to face with Cade.

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