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“I get that,” he nodded. “You’re not the sum of the things you’ve done, and all that.”

“Exactly. And I mean… I understand if that’s a dealbreaker for you – if it’s important to you to know everything about me – about my past. I can’t give you that. Ican’t,” I repeated, trying my best to not give into a fresh wave of tears. “And if we’re going to do this – be together - I need to know that… it doesn’t really matter. This chapter of my life isn’t –can’t be -about what I used to do, who I used to be. The real story is who I am now. Who I’m going to become.”

“And that iscompletelyfine with me,” Tristan assured, bringing his lips to mine in a soft press that made everything feel wondrously right with the world.

Obviously I knew it took more than a kiss, more than a conversation, more than this moment, but… for now, at least… I’d happily take it.

And I’d take all the other kisses he offered – I’d take them greedily, needing something else to focus on. I’d take off the towel wrapped around Tristan’s waist, making him laugh.

But then he pushed me down on the bed, and there was nothing funny anymore.

He stripped me out of my clothes and dropped his head between my legs, propping my thighs over his shoulders. I didn’t need to watch – I let my head fall back, letting my tired eyes rest as Tristan demanded the last of whatever energy my tired body had left, forcing it to expend itself in pursuit of sweet bliss.

I bucked against his mouth, my hips jerking, back arching away from the bed as he devoured me. My fingers dug into the soft fabric of his comforter, my only hold on anything that wasn’t pure pleasure as he kept on, and on, until I couldn’t help screaming his name, hoarse and all.

And then he was on top of me.

Then inside me.

Filling me up, and making me forget everything except how good this felt, growling in my ear about how good it was for him, too.

I’d missed him.

Missed this.

Which probably should’ve scared me more than it did, considering how quickly things had changed between us after the first time we were intimate.

I wasn’t afraid.

This – Tristan inside me – felt righter than many things over the time since the disbanding of theGarden.

Once we were done, Ididend up in the shower with Tristan – apparently he’d heard me crying, and had cut his earlier one short. Afterwards, he insisted I join him for a quick bite, and then we went to bed.

He fell asleep fast, with an arm draped around me.

As for me… I had a little more to think about.

I wasn’t going to run from… whatever this was.

Not Tristan, not the shop, not any of things that might come along with this new life I was making for myself.

I didn’t know yet who had violated the safety of the shop, but not eventhatwas going to scare me off.

At least… not without a fight.

And I wasn’t particularly known for losing those.

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