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I nodded, and he squeezed my ass.

“Say it…”

“I…” I struggled to speak; the pressure between my thighs was becoming all too much.

“Dahlia—” He squeezed my ass again, much harder this time. “Tell me your pussy is still mine.”

“Yes.” The sting of his palm made me moan even louder. “My pussy is still yours.”

“Then ride my cock like you missed it…”

Our mouths remained connected as we fucked, attempting to make up for lost time. Or maybe we were both worried that this could be our last time.

I came apart under his thrusts, with his name rolling over and over from the tip of my tongue.

He stiffened seconds later, keeping his grip on my hips, holding me taut.

Panting and sweaty, I pressed my head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat the same reckless rhythm as mine.

After several moments, Everett pressed a kiss against my neck and slowly slid out of me.

My knees buckled under me, but he caught me before I could fall and helped me to the ground.

I stared at him, wanting more—so much more.

Grabbing my hand, he pulled me on top of him, allowing me to slowly sink onto him, and he took me all over again.

We didn’t stop for hours…

NINETEEN

Dahlia

Around four in the morning

The ground sprinklers shot heavy streams of water at us, forcing us to stand.

“Which way should we go?” Everett asked.

“Through the hostas.”

He led the way, but when we’re halfway back to the shop, the taller sprinklers drenched us with heavy mists.

Laughing like we used to, we raced through the flowers. At one point, Everett picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me until we reached the indoors.

I tossed off my shirt, exchanging it for a souvenir top. Then I tossed him one and he followed suit.

Unsure of what to say or do, or if the sex between us meant anything, I waited for him to make the first move.

“Is there a kitchen here?” he asked.

“There’s the makings of one.”

“Is it good enough for me to make breakfast?”

“Yeah.” I nodded, and he followed me down a hall and behind the counter.

I took a seat on a stool, and as if he’d been here before, he opened and closed cabinets.

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