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“You’re just noticing that?” I laugh. “I needed air. A lot has happened today.”

“More than the kiss happened?” Amelia asks.

“Unfortunately,” I grumble. “But the kiss was the cherry on top.”

“So you two haven’t discussed it?”

“This day is going to get more eventful.” Pen winks at the camera, and I purse my lips.

“You have to go back,” Amelia tells me.

“I know.” I glance back toward Theo’s penthouse, and my heart aches.

What is he thinking right now? Is he worried? Concerned? Does he care? That’s silly. Of course he cares. For all I know, things will resume and go back to normal. We’ll forget about the kiss and, hopefully, him helping me reach orgasm and move on with our lives.

“I’ll go back. Thanks guys, I appreciate you.”

“Keep us updated, okay?” Amelia says with a kind smile.

“Just don’t tell us if you fuck. My stomach definitely can’t handle that.”

“Pen!” Amelia scolds her.

“What?”

“That’s information I wouldn’t share with my sisters,” I say with a furrowed brow. “Talk to you two later.”

“Bye!” they say at the same time.

I stand and slide my phone into my pocket, then start to walk back home. I’m not sure what I’ll return back to, but it’s time to talk to the man who won’t stop altering my life.

Chapter Twenty-One

Wren

I muster all my courage,open the door, and silently thank Theo for leaving it unlocked. He’s waiting for me when I walk in, leaning against the kitchen island with his hands shoved in his pockets.

When he sees me, he pushes off the surface and takes cautious steps toward me. “Are you okay?” he asks in a soft tone.

“I’m fine,” I say with a small smile. “Are you?”

“I’m good. I was worried.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have run off.”

Theo closes the space between us, and his proximity makes my heart skip a beat. His rich, prosecco cologne wraps around me, and it’s enough to reignite the desire to kiss him again.

“I’m sorry if I pushed a boundary?—”

“You didn’t.”

He tilts his head. “You wanted me to do thatandkiss you?”

“I did,” I admit in a low whisper.

With another inch forward, our chests press together, and he brushes his nose against mine. “What do you want, Wren?” He hums, and my walls disintegrate.

“I—”

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