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“I’m fine, Logan,” he said, as if he were reading my mind.

“I know, it’s just… I worry, that’s all.”

“Don’t waste your time. Because I’m fine.”

I shrugged my left shoulder. I love you, brother.

He shrugged his right, as if he could see my action even with his eyes closed.

“I’m gonna go out for a little bit. Have Erika call me if you need anything.”

“Going out for some cookies? For a little shake? For some adult activities with a girl named Alyssa?” he teased.

“Kellan, shut up,” I laughed.

But yeah.

That was exactly where I was going.

Chapter Thirty

Alyssa

The first time, he stood on my front porch, ran his hands through his hair, and told me to not invite him inside. Then, he came back the next day, and the next. And the next. I wanted to know the kinds of thoughts that ran through his mind each day. What his daydreams were like and what his nightmares entailed. But since we weren’t talking, I’d have to use his body language to figure it out. When he was angry with his parents, he was rough. When he was heartbroken about Kellan, his body lingered against mine a bit longer.

I stepped to the left of my doorframe. He entered the house.

We didn’t make it past the foyer this time. He ripped at my clothes, and I tore at his. He lifted me up against the front closet door, and tugged on my hair as my hands became tangled in his. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and he didn’t warn me before he entered. The shock sent ripples through me, making me moan his name as he began pounding me, each thrust harder than the last. I was seconds away from losing myself against him.

One of his hands gripped my back and the other squeezed my breasts as he rocked in deeper.

Feel.

Taste.

Suck.

Fuck…

We were slowly becoming addicted to the act of him showing up, and me inviting him in. Passion was our drug, and we were addicted to the high. I cried out his name as he grunted out mine. We thrust and heaved and clenched and sighed. We caught our breaths as he lowered my feet to the ground. But this time, instead of leaving my house, he started walking toward my living room.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he walked down my hallway, toward my bedroom.

“Put your clothes back on.”

“What? Why?”

“So I can take them off again.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Logan

My greatest fucking High…

Chapter Thirty-Two

Alyssa

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