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She lets out a soft murmur.
Then she's wrapping her arms around me.
Bringing her lips to mine.
We stay locked together, rocking together, breathing together, hearts beating together until she's there.
She pulls back to groan my name.
Her pulsing pushes me over the edge.
Pleasure floods my body as I come. I hold her close. Groan her name into her neck as I spill every drop.
She looks up at me with h
azy eyes.
Her lips curl into the perfect shy smile.
And it hits me again.
I'm crazy fucking in love with her.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chloe
When we aren't working, we're in Dean's bed. Kissing, touching, fucking, talking about everything and nothing.
My last bit of defenses crumble.
I forget about the test results. About the difficulty of drawing a line between girlfriend/boyfriend and teacher/apprentice.
I forget about everything but the comfort of his body against mine.
I shouldn't lose myself in his arms. I shouldn't let down my walls. I shouldn't let myself fall for someone. Not without knowing if I'm going to be around.
But I do.
I can't help it.
Time is funny. When I’m with Dean, days blur together.
When I’m not, seconds stretch into hours.
The week goes quickly. And slowly. Except for the holy fuck am I going to die question nagging at me, it’s normal.
We work. We play. We fuck like rabbits.
Brendon makes a big deal of wishing me goodbye before he leaves for his mini vacation. He’s taking his girlfriend back to New Jersey, to be with her parents for the one year anniversary of her grandma’s death.
It’s sweet.
And it’s everything I’m avoiding.
It makes the voice in my head a hundred decibels louder.
Thankfully, the next day brings a distraction in the form of tattooed sex god Hunter Keating. (Okay, I don’t know that he’s a sex god, but that seems to be the case for most guys around here).
