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“You’re it for me, baby. This is it for me.”

My mouth covers her breast, her nipple.

“Ethan!”

My name is a cry of pleasure, her walls tightening around me as she cries out, “Yes!”

The sounds, the feel, the fucking pure unadulterated heaven that is her orgasm milks mine right out of me.

My hips buck, faster and harder than I had allowed them to all night.

“Oh, fuck,” Everly says, arching into me and taking what I’m giving her—what she’s doing to me.

As my orgasm hits, so does another for her. The room is filled with moans and curses as we ride this pleasure induced haze out—together.

Together.

I smile.

That’s what we’ll always be.

It’s what we’ve always been.

Chapter 46

Everly

My eyes flutter open. The sun is peeking through the curtains, and Ethan is next to me, arm under his head, sleeping peacefully. More peaceful than I have ever seen him before.

I would like to think it’s because of me, because we’re together again, but I know it’s more than that. It’s the fact that he’s rid himself of his demons. The alcohol too.

“I said and did a lot of shit things.”

His voice is soft and sleep filled.

“It doesn’t matter,” I tell him.

“It does. I hurt you. At the least you deserve an apology, but really, I owe you an explanation.”

“You were drunk. You—”

“I was trying to hurt you. I was trying to push you away.” He rises, adjusting himself so he’s on his side, head resting on his hand. “You’re too damn stubborn though. No matter what I did, you wouldn’t go.”

“You thought everyone was going to leave. I wasn’t going to be one of those people.”

“I know. That’s why I had to push harder and harder. I knew there had to be a breaking point. Fuck if you would break though.”

“I never left. I may have walked out of the building, but my head and my heart were always with you.”

“As were mine.” He lies on his back. He smiles. “The second night I was there, I started to hallucinate from the withdrawals.”

“That must have been awful.”

“Actually, looking back, it’s kind of amusing. But then? Yeah. I kept seeing you. And someone was trying to keep you from me. Hurting you in the process. Yes, I know now that was me and my fucked-up head trying to process it, but the orderly that was helping me was a great punching bag instead.”

“What?”

“I, uh, I may have attacked him because I thought he was hurting you.”

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