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“Fuck, I didn’t think I could cum again…” his voice chuckled to a dull ringing again.
I wasn’t worried about listening. I was too deep in la-la-land.
Gingerly, Bear laid back on the couch—the couch?—adjusting me on top of him. Good thing he was doing it. I couldn’t think beyond the shivers shutting off my brain every few seconds.
“You did so good, baby,” he murmured. “I’m so proud of you.”
My eyelids were heavy. I took a deep breath and focused on that, my cheek to his chest, something soft on me—a blanket?
“Go to sleep,” he whispered.
I snuggled in, drained of energy, listening to the throaty rumbling of his voice.
“When I get my NHL checks…” He kissed my hair. “I’ll spoil you like a princess. You’re never going to want anything again.”
CHAPTER 72
BEAR
THE ALMOST PLANETARIUM EXPERIENCE
June was into me,and she didn’t want to see me with someone else. As far as I understood it, that made us a done deal. Yes, she was apprehensive because she dated my stepbrother, and she was fragile after her breakup, but she needed to know I was all in.
When people move, they drift apart. June would be off-campus soon and I didn’t want her to have any doubts before she left.
I had to tell her. For real.
Fridge helped me plan it out. I harassed Dr. Schulman for the extra credit—basically spilling my guts during his office hours. Then, after hockey practice, classes, and Sémajuste’s meeting, June and I would go to the planetarium. The perfect place to tell her.
“What about this?” Fridge asked, walking into my dorm with a leather jacket.
“You’ll sweat as bad as Montoya,” Nick warned.
“Should I put on shorts?” I grimaced. “My legs are covered in bruises from practice.”
Tallulah smiled. “Keep the jeans on, you lookwonderful.”
I mumbled a thank you and grabbed snacks from the kitchen, stuffing them discreetly in my pockets. Just some granola bars and candy bars, things we could eat on the train since it was a straight shot to the museum.
“Why do you and June share food?” Nick eyed me. “It’s gross.”
“I think it’s sweet,” Tallulah murmured.
Nick cleared his throat. “Well, I didn’t want to say that and give him a big head over it.”
I pushed my bedroom door open, searching for my wallet, stopping when I saw Montoya. He was at my desk, his hand propping open my notebook.
Thenotebook.
Montoya’s eyes darted to mine, and he recoiled away from it.
I shut the door. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Sorry, I’m sorry?—”
June and I shared a bedroom, but she never touched it, I didn’t thinkMontoyawould go through it.
“That’s private,” I said incredulously.
