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I don’t hide my moans. I spread my legs wider and arch my back.God, it feels good.
Everything is heightened. My skin is itching for his touch everywhere.
“I want you to moan extra loud,” he whispers in my ear. “So they get the point.”
“Mira,” Cammie says my name again.
Sheclearlyisn’t getting the point.
“You’re going to have to wait—” Rhys’s voice strains, his angle deeper.
I moan loudly but not because he told me to. It just feelsthatgood.
“Are you two fucking?” Rachel’s tone is more of a shriek. “Oh my God!”
“Good work, baby.” Rhys winks at me and snakes his hand between my legs. His thumb presses against my clit. “Now it’s time for the grand finale.”
By the time it’s all said and done, I think the entire resort heard me.
CHAPTER 19
RHYS
We spendChristmas with my friends. I don’t want Mira to waste another second on her idiotic, hateful family. I don’t want her to spend herholidayfeeling any sort of judgment.
My friends? My family? They don’t judge. Okay, maybe Jack. But he has a bruise on his jaw—courtesy of Thorne—to dissuade him from any more comments.
We’re all packed into a corner of the second floor of the lodge. We can see the top of the lit tree out the huge windows, and there’s a fire crackling. There are a few other groups up here, but Aaron and Willow came up early to snag the best seats.
I relax into the cushion, my arm around Mira. She’s talking to Briar, seated next to us, and every once in a while, I pinch my leg just to make sure I’m not dreaming. After a whirlwind yesterday of yelling at Mira’s family, making her scream my name over and over in our cabin, and sneaking out to the lodge for a late-night bite to eat by ourselves… it’s Christmas.
And I got the girl.
Best. Christmas. Ever.
Last night, huddled under the blankets, we discussed the future. We spoke in hushed tones, like it was some fragile thing to protect.Ourfuture.
We could do long distance for this last semester then get a place together.
Yes, that’s fast. But… I mean, when you know, you know. Right?
Part of me doesn’t even want to wait that long, but there’s some tiny piece, deep in my chest, that’s terrified of rushing this and ruining everything. I’ve never felt this way about someone—and so fast. Mira is like some damn Christmas miracle.
“Time for presents!”
Mira stiffens. I meet her wide-eyed gaze, confused about her sudden anxiety.
“What is it?” I whisper.
“I didn’t get you anything,” she replies under her breath.
I try—and fail—to withhold my laugh. I kiss her temple. “Obviously, babe. Neither of us could’ve predicted this. Would it make you feel better if I said I didn’t get you anything?”
She nods and presses her lips together.
We watch Thorne gift Briar some pretty earrings, and Willow give Aaron a new tie and socks—which is how you know they’ve been together the longest, in my opinion.
“The second you start giving me socks is when I know we’re out of the honeymoon period,” I say in Mira’s ear.
