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“Yeah, she’s close with him, right?”

“You’re right.” I grab that as an action because I need to do something. “I’ll call him. Soph gave me his number in case of emergency.”

“Keep me posted.”

I sit on Sophie’s bed. “You gonna tell me what’s going on between you and my roommate?”

“Nothing to tell,” he grunts.

“Lies.”

“No, Ollie.” He exhales heavily, sounding weary. “Not lies, just secrets.”

“Secrets? Secrets that could get her in trouble?” I whisper.

“No. Not mine, at least.”

“Hers?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.” He sounds just as worried as me. “That’s the thing with secrets; they can become prisons before we know it.”

“Do you think…” I can’t get anything further out because my throat closes shut.

“Let’s not jump to crazy conclusions. Maybe sheisoff the grid with the love of her life getting her rocks off.”

I choke out a laugh.

“Let me know what Antonio says,” he says.

There’s a bang that sounds like a door hitting the wall, then a chorus of giggles.

“Out. Get out, Ella, Meg, and Naomi,” Zac grouses, then groans. “Fuck, I gotta go. Keep me in the loop.”

Zac obviously has secrets, but I’m more concerned with trying to unearth Sophie’s and hope to hell that Antonio has some threads we can pull.

Chapter 29

Sophie

Waking up with softstrokes of Creed’s tongue along my slit may have been a wishful, recurring dream. However, the tingle of pleasure, the cocoon of contentment around me, and Creed’s heady scent confirm this isn’t a dream.

It’s my reality and one I want for the rest of my life.

I mean, who wouldn’t want to wake up with the man you love, who is hot and sexy as sin with all that muscle and ink, burying his face between your thighs each morning? The only thing better would be for me to have wokenhimup, taking him deep into my mouth and throat, and hearing his groan and feeling him fist my hair and his hips thrust to get deeper.

Creed hums against my pussy, eliciting a moan from me. He drags the flat part of his tongue up my seam, then over my clit. He latches onto the nub and suckles gently. When I open my eyes, he’s looking at me, and my breath seizes my chest.

It isn’t that he’s so gorgeous, because he’s most definitely that, and it isn’t because his piercing icy-blue eyes are locked on mine and can see into my soul and who I truly am. Nor is it my inability to breathe due to an impending orgasm.

It’s because I love him so much that it scares me. I love him so much that I’m willing to choose him at the risk of losing my family.

My eyes well with tears. Creed stops immediately and moves up my body.

“Angel.” He looks pained and panicked when a soft sob catches in my throat. “You’re having second thoughts about us.”

“No.” I vehemently shake my head. He braces his weight on his elbows, staring intently at me as I see my future reflected in his eyes. “I choose you, Creed. I choose us.”

His panic eases, but the pain is still there. Pain because I’m in pain. Because we’re two halves of one whole.

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