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I can tell the words burn coming out of him. I know he’d love nothing more than to have me stay, in the house he built for me—for us. With our patch of daisies and half foam-colored walls. But when he meets my eye, there’s not a shred of resentment there. He’s putting me, my needs first, like he always does.

I love him so damn much.

“We’ll figure it out,” I say, mostly to him.

“Okay, I think we got too deep, too quick with the questions there, Sum,” Parker says, but I catch them exchanging a look. He shoots an exaggerated smile my way. “Next question, Mels: when you snuck Zac in here for the night a few weeks ago, did you or did you not forget that the walls are paper thin?”

Chapter 40

Zac

“Fuck, Mel. What a way to wake up.”

It took me a second to grasp why my body was on fire even before my eyes opened for the day. What that hot, wet feeling was dotting down my chest.

And then came the telltale sight of a Melody-shaped hump under the covers, covering my stomach in delirium-inducing kisses. I roll onto my back and she settles between my legs. Neither of us bothered with clothes last night, and she’s rewarding me for it.

Neither of us have bothered with clothes for days, since we finally confessed to Parker. Wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You were stabbing me with this thing in my sleep. It’s only fair that I get to wake you up too,” she murmurs, and her hot hand closes around my cock.

I groan at the soft way she strokes me, raking my fingers through my own hair. “Why do you think I was always rushing out of bed before you woke up? I can’t believe this is the first time you’ve felt—oh,fuck.”

Mel licks my cock, pausing at the tip to shush me. “Noah’s downstairs. He hasn’t left for class yet.”

I clamp my jaw when she kisses along my length, pausing to dip the tip into her mouth.

Jesus fucking…

My hand falls over her head. I’m not even trying to rush her or control this. I just want to confirm she’s there. It’s been weeks of feeling her like this, but still, it’s too good to be true.

All of it has felt too good to be true. The walking down the street holding hands. Finding her stretched over the fence between the stands and field at the end of our games, wearing my jersey, waiting to give me congratulatory kisses in front of everyone. I’m still not convinced I haven’t been in a deep sleep since the day she showed up in town.

Sure, it was pretty awkward explaining to people that I hadn’t, in fact, stolen Brooks Attwood’s girlfriend. Nor was this some kind ofwhy choosesituation. But the people of Oakwood Bay are resilient. They move on quick.

I grunt when my cock hits the back of her throat. “Mel, get up here before you make me come.”

Mel pushes back against the weight of my hand, drawing her mouth off me. Crawls up my body and surfaces from under the covers with her hair a mess, completely naked. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted to wake up to.

“I need you,” she whispers. She drops her hips, grinding down on me. She’s not lying. She’s already soaked. Dragging her pussy over me, needy and impatient.

I don’t need to be told twice. I flip us over so that she’s on her back, but she takes fistfuls of my hair to stop me when I start to kiss down her body, making my way between her thighs.

“Please,” I say, kissing down her stomach. “Don’t you want it?”

“I do. You know I do. But I really need you inside—”

“Please, Clover? I need my fix. Need it bad.”

Her laugh bounces her stomach against my face. “It’s for you, is it?”

“It’s for me.” I lick a path where her thigh meets her body, admiring the way she squirms for me. “And it’s for you.”

“Then you can have thirty seconds.”

“One hour.”

“Oneminute,” she says, squirming again. “Hurry up.”

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