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Me: I need to go. Jordan has a game tonight.

Me: Can we talk again soon?

Vanessa: Uh, duh!

I smile, relief rushing through me.

Vanessa: I’ve really missed you, Sutton.

Me: I’ve missed you, too. So damn much!

Vanessa: I’m glad you know now.

Me: Me too. And for what it’s worth, I’m so damn sorry, Vanessa. You didn’t deserve it. He’s an asshole.

Vanessa: I know. But I forgave him for my own peace a long time ago.

Vanessa: Maybe you should, too, S. You deserve that. Peace, I mean. Don’t let his shit become yours.

Vanessa: Talk soon.

I power off the screen, leaning back against Jordan. Maybe she’s right and I do need to forgive him, not for his sake, but formine. Because Jordan and I have carried this crap for too long already.

“How do you feel?” Jordan asks.

“Good,” I whisper. “Better.” I set the iPad aside, turning to straddle his lap. My arms curl around his shoulders as I stare into his eyes, tears welling in mine. “Thank you.”

He plunges his hand into my hair, pulling my mouth down to his. He wrecks me with his kiss, and somehow puts me back together again, too. “You don’t owe me thanks, princess. You needed this.”

“I really did.”

His hands sink into my hips, grinding me down against him. I moan softly, my head falling back.

“If that’s your second gift, we don’t have time,” I groan.

“That’s not your gift. That’s my gift. I plan to unwrap it tonight,” he growls, lifting his hips. His hand plunges down, and I think he’s going to slip it into my panties, but he doesn’t. It goes into his pocket instead. “Close your eyes.”

I hesitate for only a second before slamming them closed, curious what he’s hidden in his pocket.

I find out a second later when he presses a key into my hand. My eyes flutter open as my hand curls around it, my heart beating a million miles a minute.

“I want you to move in here with me,” he says.

“I…” Part of me wants to ask if it’s too soon because it’s expected. But God, itisn’ttoo soon. We should have had this years ago. And Jordan doesn’t do anything he isn’t certain about. If he’s asking, he’s sure. “I basically live here already,” I say instead.

“You noticed that, huh?” He smirks at me, completely unrepentant.

“You mean, noticed that you give me orgasms every time I suggest going home? Uh, yeah, I noticed.” I bite my lip, fighting a giggle. “Why do you think I keep suggesting it?”

He gapes at me for a split second before his hands go around my waist, yanking me into him. I squeal as he tips me over backward, following me down.

“You little minx,” he rasps, yanking my leg up over his hip. His mouth comes down on mine again, his kiss joyful.

I’m not the least bit surprised when we’re late. Really late.

“You ready to get the fuck out of here?” Jordan asks me hours later, pinning me up against the wall outside the locker room to kiss me breathless. His team lost, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I think he has other things on his mind…like getting inside me again as soon as humanly possible.

“Yes,” I whisper, so freaking ready. I’ve been ready since he got into a fight during the second period. Someone checked him from behind, sending him into the boards. He was not happy about it. Neither was the rest of his team. They almost started a riot in the middle of the game.

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