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“I think it’s best if we don’t tell him right now,” I said.

Jenn snorted. “Do you think I’m going to tell Dad I just fucked his protégé? Not likely. No, I think it’s best if we keep this quiet until we can figure out whatever this is.”

I let out a long breath, trying not to sound too relieved. “Sounds good,” I said. “I like my head attached to my body, along with other, more sensitive parts. I’d prefer not to lose any of them.”

Jenn laughed, her eyes crinkling at the edges, a small dimple appearing on her cheek.

“You and me both,” she said. Her hand went to my cock, and the contact was enough to make it start to stiffen. I grunted slightly.

“I’m nowhere near done with this,” she whispered. “You’re in for a long night.”

God, this woman was incredible.

Chapter 10 - Jenn

I let the shower’s hot water wash over me, relishing the warmth as my mind raced, trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened.

What had happened was sex, and a lot of it.

I’d never admit it to Klyte—he didn’t need the ego boost—but the sex had been incredible. But even that wasn’t what was making my head spin or my heart pound in double time. It was that Klyte had told me he’d cared about me when we were younger.

I’d thought he had cared for me at the time. But when he’d just cut me out and stopped talking to me, I figured I’d been wrong. If he had cared about me, why had he just abandoned me?

Granted, I hadn’t made reconnection easy for him. He hadn’t been the only one doing the avoiding. But it had been in retaliation, more of a defense mechanism, though it may have evolved into pure anger and dislike.

But what would happen next? Was this only sex? Or what if Klyte abandoned me again? Just shut me out and pretended none of this had ever happened? I didn’t want to believe it, not after last night, anddefinitelynot after the sex marathon we’d had in the last twenty-four hours, basically only taking breaks for food and Klyte’s checks on Freya. But he’d done it once. Who was to say he wouldn’t do it again? The thought was enough to make my stomach twist itself into knots.

But it wouldn’t matter. I mean, it was just sex, after all. There wasn’t anything else to it. So why were there butterflies in my stomach, and why did it all feel so marvelously surreal?

I squeezed my eyes shut and turned the shower knob to cold. I needed to calm down.

After toweling off, I went to check on Freya. Klyte wasn’t in the bedroom. She looked better than she had yesterday, propped up in bed and watching something on her laptop. She still looked battered, but her eyes were livelier and she seemed perkier. She beamed when she saw me and pulled off her headphones.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, sitting next to her.

“Better,” she said. “Klyte is a really good healer.”

“Where’d you get the laptop?”

“Klyte lent it to me when I said I was bored.”

I blinked. That was a sweet gesture, something I wouldn’t have expected from Klyte. And there was also a bizarre stab of jealousy that he had done something like that for someone else.

Freya frowned, and she studied my face. “Are you all right?”

I shook my head to clear it. “Sorry,” I said. “Just…distracted. It’s been a weird day.”

“Oh, I know.” Her lips curled into a knowing smirk.

My eyes widened. “You know?”

“This house is beautiful and big, but it isn’t exactly soundproof,” Freya said, grinning now. “It’s kind of hard to hide it when you’re fucking all over the place.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” My face burned a brilliant red, and I buried my head in my hands.

“Don’t be,” Freya said, laughing. “After everything that’s happened, I think you probably needed to get laid. And if you’re happy, I’m happy.”

Something must have shown on my face because her smile faltered. “You are happy, right?” she asked.

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