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Inside my room, I shut the door—ensconcing us with an intense intimacy.

He ducked his head shyly.

I grasped his chin and guided his gaze to mine. “We don’t have to—”

“No, we do. We absolutely do.” He winced. “Unless you don’t want—”

“I want. I really want.”

“Okay then.” He took a deep breath. “Make love to me, Freddie. Make me feel good. Remind me why I fell in love with you.”

Chapter Eleven

Andreas

Make love to me, Freddie. Make me feel good. Remind me why I fell in love with you.

Sheesh. I wasn’t asking for much. Or making myself sound shmoopey.

Except that was exactly how I felt. All those things I said to Norah—some of which had been in the script and some which had not—had come from the heart. Sending Freddie away had been the single biggest mistake in my life. In a life full of missteps, misjudgments, and flat-out errors.

Freddie rested his hand on my hip.

I stepped into his personal space—where I’d wanted to be since last week.

He grinned as he cupped my jaw.

Our gazes held.

I made the first move—swooping in for a kiss and pressing our lips together.

He opened immediately for me. Accepting of whatever I had to offer. He tasted like coffee and something I’d only ever found unique to him.

This kiss felt like coming home. Like being welcomed inside after having stood out in a snowstorm.

He wrapped his arms around me, and I sank into the embrace. He pulled me flush against him, and our cocks brushed. Even with denim and cotton between us, I didn’t have a single doubt of his desire for me.

“Do you have condoms?”

He growled, low in his throat. “I bought them on my way home the first night you were in town. I…” He ducked his head.

This time, I brought our gazes to meet. “It’s okay, you know. You were probably thinking you could meet someone else and…” His expression of horror, with his twisted features, had me trailing off.

“No one, Andreas. I haven’t been with anyone in seven years. Sure, I’ve had offers. I’ve even been on a few dates. But you were my one. I couldn’t…the idea of being with someone else felt like sacrilege. I have no doubt in my mind that I would’ve been celibate for the rest of my life.”

“Freddie.” The word came out as a hoarse whisper. I wanted to argue that he would’ve eventually met someone. The steely glint in those deep eyes assured me I had it wrong—I was his one and only. “Make love to me.”

“With pleasure.” He appeared relieved I wasn’t asking more.

I wouldn’t. He’d poured his heart out to me as well. I just had to make certain I didn’t break it again. Like when your work visa expires and you have to leave the country? I shoved the thought aside. I wasn’t going there. Cross-border relationships worked. Maybe he could get a teaching job in the States when he graduated. Maybe I could…what? Go back to school? Find another acting gig? What skills did I really—

“Hey.” Freddie’s soft voice pulled me out of my downward spiral.

“Sorry.”

He tapped my forehead—like he always did when I got too much up inside my head. I used to obsess about maintaining my football scholarship. These days my worries were truly grown-up ones. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He pulled me into a hug. “You’ll always have a place in my heart, Andreas. The rest is just stuff to be worked out later.”