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“How did I get so lucky?” he whispers in my ear. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m not perfect. . . and I’m scared of how you’ll see me when you realize how far from it I am.”

He kisses my words away, rolling his hips just a fraction. The burn mixed with the slow drag of his push and pull movements sends tingles zipping from my clit to my nipples, lighting up everything in between.

How am I supposed to choose anything short of this heaven? Being with him is like I’m home. Every second brands me with a memory I’ll treasure for the rest of my life.

“Brock,” I whisper as my pussy spasms around him, my orgasm on the verge of overtaking me.

“Let go, Hannah. I’m close, too,” he pants, his warm breath tickling my neck, adding to the intensity of the pleasure waves rushing over me.

I cry out as I dive over the edge. Groaning, he pulls out, releasing onto my stomach.

He kisses me softly before leaving me in bed, boneless, trying to remember if this Hannah is on birth control. The last thing I want is to fuck up her future by getting her pregnant at eighteen. How can I be so irresponsible when getting a second chance? It’s like my brain refuses to make decent choices.

Brock comes back into the room, still naked, holding a wet washcloth. He cleans my stomach while I admire the cut lines of his muscles. All of his late practices and workouts have paid off. He is a work of art. His skin is smooth and silky, pulled tight across muscles that are toned to perfection from hours of playing and training for the game he loves.

Once he’s finished cleaning me, he sets the washcloth on his nightstand and then slips into bed with me. I feel safe inside his warm arms, like this is exactly where I belong. And yet, I know I can’t stay. Grace was wrong. This isn’t my real life.

I don’t belong here.

Chapter 18

Hannah

For the second time since waking in this alternate reality, I find myself sneaking out of Brock’s dorm room while he sleeps. Last night was. . . I frown, hating to admit the truth, even if it is just to myself. Last night was the best night of my life. Being with Brock felt like coming home after a long trip and slipping into my own bed covered in sheets still warm from the dryer. Even though I know he’s destined for someone other than me in the actual future, we feel so good together. It would be easy for me to forget and allow myself to get swept up in being with him. Connecting with him was absolutely perfect. I don’t think I’ll ever regret being with him, but it can’t happen again. I need to find a way to go home. As much as I love being with Brock, it isn’t fair to either of us. I don’t belong here in this timeline.

Grace and Cory are sleeping in her bed when I get home. I’m careful not to wake them as I slip into bed to sleep. I need a shower, but don’t want to take one. I’m not ready to wash Brock off me. Instead, I burrow into bed, inhaling the scent of him on the t-shirt I pilfered from his drawers when I left this morning.

When I wake, I stretch, enjoying the delicious soreness of my muscles from my night with Brock. The dull throb between my legs from his cock reminds me last night actually happened. I sit up to find Grace doing her makeup with Cory long gone.

“Hello, Sleeping Beauty,” she teases.

I rub my eyes. “What time is it?”

“Time for you to shower so we can go to The Wormy Dog. Our fake IDs are burning a hole in my pocket.” She holds up the IDs of two senior sisters that look nothing like us other than the similar hair colors.

I yawn. As much as I want to say no, I’m not about to pass up this time with Grace. I have no idea what’s in store for us when I wake. There’s no way I’m squandering the opportunity to hang out with my former bestie.

“Your boyfriend was here earlier,” she tells me before holding her mouth open so she can put on her mascara.

My pulse speeds up with excitement. “Brock was here?”

“Hmm. And here I thought his name was Jason.” She smirks, giving me a knowing look.

I swallow hard. Shit. Is this the universe telling me I didn’t mess up my second chance? Maybe it’s allowing me to make amends with everyone before I go back to my former life.

I drop back onto my pillows, more confused than ever. “What did he want?”

She shrugs. “Dunno. He just said for you to call him.”

I frown.

“I don’t get the attraction there, Hannah. The dude’s an arrogant ass. He gives off a super creepy vibe. Something is not right in here.” She points to her head, raising her eyebrows. Leave it to Grace to tell it like it is.

I smile. She’s not wrong. As much as I’ve tried to deny it, things with Jason don’t add up. He may be the reason I ended up back here, but we are not supposed to wind up together. After last night, I’m certain. There’s no way I’d respond to Brock the way I have if Jason was my soulmate. No way.

I chew on my lower lip, not believing I’m about to tell Grace what happened with Brock, but desperate to share it with her. “Can I tell you something, and you promise not to freak out?”

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