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“I know,” I tell him softly. “I know you’re sorry.”

I shift up a little, onto my knees, and his cock comes to my entrance, my entire body trembling and ready for him.

“Forgive me, Remi.Forgive me.Let’s spend our whole lives forgiving each other everything. If you cry about that night, if you hate me for it, if you wake up shaking like I did, in a cold sweat with your mind racing and you hate yourself for it and you want to hurt yourself and you want to hurt me, let me be the one you turn to.”

He kisses my neck, pushing his cock into me. Stretching me.

“Let me spend my whole life making this up to you.”

I gasp as he fills me up, and he doesn’t stop until his hips hit my ass and he’s seated all the way in me. He nudges my neck to the side, licking a line down my throat.

“Let me take care of you.Our baby.”

My chest tightens.

“Let me be everything I wasn’t that night.”

I gasp as he fucks me, slowly, pulling out, pushing back in, kissing me with every stroke.

“You’re so fucking good and so fucking pure and you were never ruined, Remi.”

He tilts his head, so his lips come over mine as I open my eyes and stare up at him over my shoulder.

“I was.”

He kisses me as he pushes in deeper, my body tense beneath him.

“But you…you made everything better.You always made everything so much fucking better.Now let me do the same for you. Let me save your life this time.”He kisses my shoulder. “Let me save your life, pretty baby.”

CHAPTER

SEVENTY-FOUR

REMI

“Are you two coming or what?”Sloane gripes in my ear as Cortland opens the passenger door of his truck for me.

I hop down, glancing in the cab. I see a rope there, rolled up tight and I shake my head as he shuts his door.

“What’s that for?” I mouth to him, covering the speaker of my phone with my hand.

He shrugs, giving me a small smile before he tugs me into Thrifty’s. “Country boys have rope in their truck,” he says with a laugh.

I roll my eyes as the doors swing closed behind us, a little bell chiming in the store announcing our arrival. Then I smile up at him as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer.

“Yeah,” I tell Sloane in the phone, “we’re coming, just had to make a pitstop. Cort said there’s a carseat he wants here.”

Sloane sighs. “Put it on the baby registry, we’ll get it for you. Besides, Van is gonna eat all the food. He’s high.”

I laugh, shaking my head. A Friendsgiving dinner in the dorm sounded fun since I’m moving out at the end of thesemester to live with Cortland, but now, well, it seems like it could be a disaster.

“Brinklin looks like someone shit in his turkey and Storm appears to be contemplating burning down the fucking dorm and we’ve already went through that once,” Sloane mutters in the phone. But I don’t miss the note of interest in her voice.

She dumped Asa.

Apparently, he was too close to his stepsister.

Nice boys do bad things.

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