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helping her get over the past. I also know I don’t have to ask her what

she wants again. It’s clear now that her intent is to be with me, not

because she has to, but because she wants to.

My fingers hook to the back of her bra, ready to throw us into the pit

of no return.

Still, I pause, wondering if I’m ready for this.

I don’t pause for long. My mind is made up.

I need Leah Reese.

TOGETHER

Leah

I shimmy out of my pants, now sitting stark naked on the edge of the

car while Percy undoes his belt slowly. He watches me, his body rigid

while I inhale a grounding breath.

I’m naked in front of Percy.

We were never close in high school, or after we graduated, but sitting

here now it’s hard to know if we would have ever gotten in this

position if not for our exes scorning us. Letting that thought wash

away, Percy shoves me back by my shoulder, making me lay down

against the hood of the car while my heels dig into the cold, metal

bumper.

I don’t ask questions, just delighted in response to him kissing my

stomach down to my inner thighs. I hiss a breath, his long, knobby

knuckles kneading against my pussy and clit until a shiver erupts

through my body. I hiss a moan, the noise like an excited gust of

breath that rattles through me. I’m weak at his fingertips, useless like

putty against his lips.

He kisses my clit, his tongue stroking down to my sex until the lips I

dreamed about are fully immersed against my core. Static fills my

bones, the sensation is daunting and damning while I cry out and

shake at his will. It’s impossible not to feel overwhelmed, my

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