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I kiss the top of her forehead and she shudders, reaching up for another kiss on the lips. I eagerly kiss her back and we make out until our lips burn. My cock wants to burst by the time we’re done.

Patience.

You have to be patient when you really care for a girl, even if it feels like waiting will kill you. The right woman is always, always worth it.

“I’m not leaving here tonight,” I whisper. “It’s my first night as your boyfriend and I want to hold you, Clover Robinson. I want to hold you so fucking tightly…”

“Then climb into bed,” she says, slowly easing out of her shirt and into her bra. “I could use a good cuddle.”

There’s that pretty smile again. I swear, I’m in heaven.

Chapter Sixty-Four

Clover

I don’t know what surprises me more, the fact that mom left Los Angeles, or the quiet, middle-of-nowhere town she decided to move us to in Rhode Island. I’ve never heard of Newport and I’m almost too afraid to ask my mom how she got the money to buy a large beach house in the Northeast after the divorce. I don’t want to spoil her good mood or ruin my first encounter with Lil’ Cee in months. My mom drives me home, talking about her new BMW and its features the entire drive home.

“Is dad still out on the West Coast?”

My dad barely answers my texts anymore and he mostly sends me motivational quotes about entrepreneurship or the stock market in response to my questions.

Calling him would be worse than calling my mom… especially now that I have a boyfriend. Especially because that boyfriend’s white, which my dad would definitely have a problem with.

“Girl, fuck your lame ass daddy. You know he’s with a stripper now? She’s only five years older than you. If he touched you, we could take his ass to court and get you a nice pair of titties.”

“Mom. That never happened…”

He’s my dad. I hate that she talks about him like that. We have a complicated relationship, but I still miss him and he never abused me the way she’s suggesting. I don’t know how she could talk so casually about that either. It’s not funny and it’s not something that I would lie about.

“You’ll love this place, Clover. The house is enormous. I got myself a pool, a tennis court out back… It’s incredible!”

“Is Lil’ Cee going to school out here?”

“Honey, I’m homeschooling him. He has to focus on the channel if he wants to make it big as a rapper.”

“He wants to be a rapper?”

I remember my introverted brother telling me he wanted to be a professional gamer last time I saw him, so I find this potential change of heart surprising more than anything. My mom shrugs. “Don’t trip,” she says. “He’s got what it takes for stardom. I don’t know what you plan on doing with your life.”

“I don’t know,” I mutter, pulling out my phone. I have a text from Thomas, which temporarily takes me away from this misery. I can’t wait to get to the house so I can see the new car my mom got me and spend time with Cee. He’s the only reason I’m here.

Thomas: I miss you.

Me: I miss you too.

Thomas: I should be spending the holiday with you.

I don’t know what to say to him. I tune out my mom continuing her conversation (with herself) about the newest bags Louis Vuitton released for the holiday season. She’s hinting at Christmas gifts she wants me to get her, but I don’t know how she expects me to afford Louis Vuitton anything.

I consider my response to Thomas for a few more minutes and finally text back.

Me: I wish we ran away together

Thomas: We still can.

There’s totally a part of him that’s crazy enough to do it and that makes me smile. The thought of sleeping in Thomas’ arms again is much preferable to sleeping in a new bedroom in a house I’ve never been in before. We moved all the time when I was a kid and I always hated it.

Me: I bet you won’t.