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“Oh yeah?” I pressed a kiss to her lips, and she smiled.

“Yeah, and I want to do it again.”

And we did. Again and again.

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Chapter Nineteen

Lennox

“How is this good eventhough it’s ice cold?” I took a huge bite and washed it down with a swallow of root beer.

Jonas shrugged and popped a rogue piece of sausage into his mouth. “Fucking amazing sex just makes everything else seem amazing.”

“Is that so?” I asked.

I was perched on top of the kitchen counter with a slice of loaded pizza in my hand and a bottle of root beer next to me. “So if we keep having amazing sex, does that mean everything else will be amazing for us?”

Jonas shrugged. “I mean, yeah. As long as you’re with me, I’m good, babe.”

I sighed and toyed with an onion on the pizza. “Do you find it hard to believe that this is happening, Jonas?” I asked. “Like, does this feel like a dream to you, and one of us is going to wake up, and this will all be gone?”

“You mean like I’ll be back in prison, and you be in Iowa?” he asked.

“Well, yeah. It’s just that for three years, I’ve waited and waited for you.”

“And now I’m here, Lennox. I’m not going back to prison or anywhere unless you are with me.”

I sighed and set down my plate. “I know. I guess I’m just saying I’m finding it hard to even believe that this is real. I’m pretty sure I'm going to wake up and be back in Clinton jobless and on the verge of homelessness.”

“The job you had sucked, Lennox, and you’ll never be homeless.”

I tipped my head to the side. “You’re right about my job, but I will be homeless if I don’t find a new one. Soon.”

“You said you were good for a month. Don’t stress over it. I’m sure you’ll find something to do.”

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