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I'm falling in love with him, too.

I lean in to kiss him, and he responds with a smile.

"I'm glad I get to wake up next to you tomorrow," he says. "And when we go back to New York...we're going to figure this out. I don't want to let you go."

I want to laugh. I want to cry.

I want to roll over and ride him until daylight.

"So don't," I whisper. "Don't let me go."

He wraps his arms around me and holds me close, his breath in my hair, our legs entwined.

And that's how we fall asleep.

Heart to heart.

Breath to breath.

And we stay like that until morning.

Chapter sixteen

Quinn

Idon'tknowifI've ever been quite this happy. I wake up to the sound of birds singing in the trees outside, the air cool on my skin where I'm not wrapped up in blankets. I stare up at the ceiling and find that it's painted like a starlit sky, and I gaze at that painting for a few long seconds as I consider what comes next.

What comes next...when we could just stay right here?

Madison is still asleep, her brow furrowed slightly, her cheek against my shoulder. I turn and look at her, brushing her hair back from her forehead and kissing her temple. She lets out a sleepy groan, and her eyes blink slowly open, a yawn spreading across her face as she stretches out.

I feel every inch of soft skin against my side—her breasts pressed to my ribs, her thigh looped over my waist.

I want her all over again.

"Good morning," she breathes, giving me a blissful, sleepy smile.

I can't get the stupid grin off my face. "Morning."

I hold her cheek and pull her lips to mine, kissing her softly. It gets heated fast, and she stretches her arm over my chest, demanding that I roll to face her, our bodies pressed together. Her hips move against me, and I feel that she's already wet, awake, and ready for more.

I kiss her once more, meeting her eyes. "Again?"

She lets out a throaty laugh. "Again."

I grab her hips with a laugh and roll her on top of me, and then I'm burying myself inside her again. We haven't stopped for more than a few hours since the first time—waking up, doing it again and again. She's ravenous, and I'll never get enough of her.

She arches her back and splays her hands across my chest, sighing in pleasure. "Quinn..."

"Tell me how you want it," I murmur. "Come on, Madison."

"Slow," she says. "I want it to last."

My thrusts are deliberate as she leans over me, her hands sliding into my hair as her elbows rest on my shoulders. She kisses me again, my tongue lazily exploring her mouth, my fingertips pressing divots into the soft swell of her hips. She moans into my mouth, and I gasp in a breath between kisses, my pace quickening despite myself.

"I love you," I whisper.

She smiles against my lips. "Say it again."

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