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I scowl and hug her to me. I’d like to think I would have eventually come around to her, but deep down I know the truth. I would have done what was expected, marrying Amy and staying with her out of guilt.
“I’m here now,” I murmur, kissing the top of her head. “What do you think Mom and Dad would think about us?”
Rylie sighs. “I don’t think they’d approve.”
“Mom wanted me to find real love, though.”
“True,” she admits. “But she would have beat you in the head with your baseball bat if you’d found that love with her baby girl.”
Dipping down, I kiss the side of her neck. “The universe dealt us a shitty hand, but we figured out a way to win.”
She leans back against my chest. “When you finish college next year, let’s move far away where no one knows us.”
“I like that idea. Definitely not Montana, though.”
She shudders and I’m not sure if it’s from the cold or from the fact we could go to prison there for the rest of our lives for what we’re doing. That’s so fucked up. I’d pulled open my laptop earlier and showed her just how important it is for us to keep our relationship a secret.
“Rylie?” I murmur as I slide my hand up to touch the rings on her necklace. “I’m sorry I’m so selfish.”
Her hand covers mine. “You’re not selfish.”
“I should have let you date and live your life the normal way.”
She turns to face me and tilts her head up, her brows furrowed together angrily. “I was never happy, Hudson. Never. The moment things started crackling between us, I found hope. When we crossed the line with touches and kisses, I was terrified you’d think it was a mistake. Now that we’ve made love, I’m truly happy. I don’t want normal. I want you.”
I kiss her mouth. “You have me. You’llalwayshave me because I’ll never fucking let you go.”
“I love this part,” Rylie says, talking about the movie.
My hand is under her hoodie and I’m palming her breast. I suck on her neck, no doubt bruising her, and laugh. “I love this part too.”
After visiting our parents’ graves, we changed out of our clothes and decided to watch a movie in the basement since the television is bigger down here. This couch holds fond memories for both of us. Lying beside her, without a care in the world, is the best feeling. Our legs are tangled together. And although we’re both wearing lounge pants, our feet are bare. I like rubbing my big feet against her small, soft ones. Truth is, I could spend the rest of my life just lying here cuddling with her. I’ve never felt so relaxed.
“Where do you want to go eat after the movie?” I ask, squeezing her tit over her bra. My cock is hard in my sweats, but I don’t press her for more sex. Holding her is good enough for me.
“You make me eat too much,” she complains with a giggle.
I slide my palm to her flat stomach and then tickle her ribs. “You’re too damn skinny. I’m going to fatten you up.”
She turns and blinks lazily at me. Her pouty lips have parted, begging for a kiss. Leaning forward, I kiss her lips softly at first. But the moment I plunge my tongue into her mouth, she becomes ravenous. A moan tumbles from her and she squirms to twist her body toward me. I slide my palm down the back of her yoga pants under her panties and grab a handful of her ass. She lets out a squeal when I run my finger along her ass crack. We’re playfully touching and kissing when we hear it.
A slam.
“Rylie! Hudson!” Aunt Becky’s voice is loud as she calls for us upstairs.
As if electrocuted, we both fly apart. Rylie scrambles to one end of the sofa and straightens her hoodie. I pull a pillow from the floor over my erection and attempt to relax on the sofa.
“We’re downstairs!” I call out.
Rylie’s lips are red from kissing. Fuck.
The door to the basement flies open and footsteps stomp down the stairs. My heart rate is racing, but I manage to stare calmly at the television.
“We’re watching a movie if you and Uncle Randy want to join us,” I tell her over my shoulder. “It’s just barely started.”
I can feel Aunt Becky’s heated glare on the back of my head.
“Did the retreat suck?” Rylie asks. “I thought you were coming back Monday.”
