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I slip my fingers inside her. She moans against our kiss while I fuck her with the same scalding, leg-shaking pace. Our hips thrust to the movement of our hands, and we bridge ourselves together like we’re trying desperately not to part.
We are both gentle, fragile pieces and unbreakable, ever-eternal things. The things that need to love and to be loved, and I don’t want her to go.
I don’t want this to come to an end.
“I love you…more than my heart even understands,” I whisper as we ascend towards an unbearable limit.
“I’ve always loved you, Kenobi,” she manages to say before her voice breaks into a breathy cry. I tease her clit, and she touches the most sensitive spot inside me. Oh God, my eyes roll, and every nerve-ending along my body is lit.
Black spots dance in my vision. Our hips bow. Our backs arch. Our hands hang on. I shudder against Zoey, and she cries against my shoulder. An orgasm ripples through us, one I wish to meet again.
But anyone who lives here knows not to wish.
Not to want.
Not to desire.
The longed-for things become lost things in Mistpoint Harbor. And I know I’m going to lose her again.
We don’t go to sleep right away. Lying naked and hot and sweaty on top of the covers, I twist a tendril of her blonde hair around my finger. “Why do you want to know this so badly?”
“Because it’s your name,” Zoey says like it’s obvious. “And every time I ever asked anyone in school, they all had a different answer. October is named after her birth month. False. You were born in July. October is named after her mom’s favorite color. October is named after the fall season. October is named after some ancient goddess of harvest. So what’s the truth? Why do you have such a badass name?”
I roll my eyes. “Only you think it’s badass.”
“That is so not true. I’m pretty sure almost every girl wanted to be renamed October in high school. You made the name cool.”
“Because everyone was obsessed with me,” I say with bitchy flourish. “Even you.”
“I was in love with you.” She glances from my lips to my eyes, her fingers running playfully along my bare shoulder.
“Where is the line between love and obsession?”
Zoey thinks for a moment. “Wherever my ex is—he’s on the wrong, wrong side of the line.” I stiffen, and she slaps a hand to her forehead, wincing. “Fuck, sorry—I didn’t mean to bring up my ex while we’re…” She groans into her hands.
“Zoey,” I breathe, prying her hands off her face. I straddle her waist to fully catch her wrists and tear her hands upward. “I don’t care that you brought up your ex—it just reminded me about the lock on the door.”
She eases.
And I let go of her wrists but still straddle her waist. “I never wanted to tell anyone why my mom named me October.”
“Why not?”
“Because I liked the mystery. No one knew this little part of me, and I got to keep it all to myself.” I explain how some family knows, but not many. My mom left when I was young, and she didn’t tell most people. I think she must’ve been afraid of being judged.
“You don’t have to tell me,” Zoey says with so much understanding. But if there is anyone I want to share all of myself with—it’s been her.
I bend down and kiss her cheek before whispering against her ear. “She named me after a character in an old horror movie.”
“You’re joking,” Zoey gasps.
I shake my head. “The girl died in the movie, but I remember my mom saying she loved the name when she heard it.” I nearly laugh at her crinkled nose. “See, it’s not as interesting as being a goddess of harvest—”
“No, it’s better,” she interjects.
I scoff.
“It is better,” Zoey says seriously. “Because it’s the truth.”
My heart fills to the brim. “Zoey.” I want to kiss her again. Make love to her again. Trace the constellation of freckles on her lower back again. And never wake up from this dream together.
She props up on her elbows. “What if I stay?”
I freeze. “What?”
“What if I stay in Mistpoint Harbor?”
I climb off Zoey.
“Kenobi.” She rolls towards me. I don’t go far. “I’m already cursed. There’s no fear of that anymore. So why am I leaving?”
“Your job is in Chicago. There’s not much here for you.” My voice sounds cold, but a strange pain is biting my insides.
She sits up more, hurt in her features. “You know that’s not true.”
I give her a sad look. My heart clenching. “I can’t be the biggest reason you stay in Mistpoint Harbor, Zoey.”
She’s quiet. “I can’t help it if you are.”
“I won’t be here!” I shout, my soul shattering. “I’ll be behind bars.” I touch my forehead, dizzy. How can this be possible? The moment where she could end up back home for good, I’m the one who will be gone. Before she speaks, I say quickly, fervently, “If you stay, I’m not changing my mind—I’m still turning myself in, so don’t you dare stay for me. Don’t.” I drill a glare into her, and Zoey nods slowly.
