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“No.”

She inhales deeply again. “It’s like a drug.”

I run my hand over her hair. “I think it’s my pheromones.”

“God, seriously, no one has mentioned this to you before? Do you have like super pheromones or something?”

I laugh again. “I’m pretty sure I just have normal ones.”

“I don’t believe it.”

Her breathing has finally slowed. Her skin feels so good against mine. I never want to move. Everything about this feels so right even though there’s a small nagging thought in the back of my head that I shouldn’t be doing this. I push it aside because I don’t care about the fallout in this moment. I just want to be with her.

I lean down and smell her hair. “Well, you smell pretty fucking great too.”

“That works out then, I guess.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Juno

I’m drunk right now. Not literally. I guess I’m drunk on pheromones and lust or something, but I still can’t move my body. Lying in his arms, I’m sure time has ceased existing.

I look up at him. “Tell me about your first time.”

He smiles at me and runs his hand through my hair again. A shiver swirls down my spine.

“It was with my high school sweetheart.”

“How was it?” I ask.

He thinks for a moment. “Nice. I mean, the sex was terrible.”

He laughs and then continues. “Both of us were virgins and didn’t have a clue what we were doing but it’s a nice memory.”

I trail my hand over his chest. He has just a sprinkle of hair on his chest. It feels good under my fingers. “Where were you?”

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