Page 10 of A Love Song for Dreamers

Before I can answer, Tyler closes the distance between us and presses me up against thedoor.

The expression on his face turns hungry in a heartbeat. He drops his mouth to mine, kissing me hard. There’s an edge that didn’t used to be there, as if he’s proving a point. To me or himself, I don’tknow.

“We should talk,” I protest even though my body’s already loving his newplan.

“You don’t want me.” He says it like a statement, not a question, but when he pulls back to study me with dark eyes, there’s a warinessunderneath.

I take his face in my hands, struggling between giving into his immediate intention and forcing us to talk. About school, or what’s in his head, or what I can do to help erase the dark shadows under hiseyes.

Tyler’s said himself he’s a doer, not a talker. Besides, the fact that he showed up here isprogress.

I can try to understand that instead of getting hung up on the fact that he’s not telling me every thought in hishead.

I can meet him where he is, get him through this however heneeds.

“I always wantyou.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. He reaches under my skirt to grab my tights, and I take over, working them down my legs. When I have one foot off, he pushes my hand back against the door and grinds intome.

I work on his jeans, get them and his boxer briefs down. He’s positioned himself between my thighs, his mouth hungry on my jaw, my neck. I shut my eyes as my head falls back against the door, but we can’t get the rightangle.

“Bed,” I murmur, and he tugs me towardit.

He drops down first, and I move over him. If this is what he needs, what we need, I can do it. Having tons of sex with my crazy-hot boyfriend is not ahardship.

He’s breathing shallowly, eyelids at half-mast and gaze smoldering. “Feels like you’re doing all the work lately,Six.”

“If this is work, sign me up forovertime.”

His shirt is halfway up his chest, revealing cut abs and smooth skin I want to trace with my lips andtongue.

His slow smile grips my heart. “I owe you one. When this is all over, I am going to lie you down on this bed and eat you until youscream.”

“Deal.”

If I wasn’t already wet, I’m soakednow.

I position him at my entrance, brushing him through my slickness once before I sink down on hiscock.

We both groan at the feel of it, and I move to thread my fingers through his, hitching a breath when I realize I can only grabone.

His fingers tangle with mine, gripping hard, and I arch my back to take him as deep as he cango.

His heavy exhale is satisfying, but the look in his eyesisn’t.

He’s nothere.

And ithurts.

I thought I could reach him without words, meet him the way that heunderstands.

But if he’s not here when he’s inside me, I don’t know where to findhim.

I don’t know how to bring himback.

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“Happy start of exams,”Pen singsongs as she grabs mywaist.

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