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“What else am I supposed to think?” I run a hand through my hair. “She’s all I can think about. She’s the only person I ever wanted…the only one I’ve everwanted.”
“That’s how I felt about my husband when we met,” Mary murmurs. “He felt the same. Sometimes, you just know. But the difference is, he wasn’t a student of mine. Nor was I one of his. It complicates things. I know you’d never boast, but the fact is, the students here need you. You’ve done so much good. You’re a patient tutor. You always put in the extra work. Second Chance would be far worse without you.”
I sigh, leaning back. “Thanks, Mary. But I’m not sure what else to do. This can only go on for so long.”
“Could you slow it down a tiny bit?” Mary asks.
“I thought you were going to tell me to stop.”
“It’s clear to me that would be a pointless step. But if you could slow it down, maybe you could get some perspective.”
“Perspective as in…,” I shake my head. “As in, I might stop feeling this way?”
“I know it’s hypocritical of me,” Mary says. “What you’re describing, it’s exactly how I felt when I met Jaime, but often, infatuationdoespass.”
I grin tightly, more like I’m baring my teeth. “That’s not what this is. But you might be right. Maybe slowing it down will give us time to think.”
And givemetime, I think, but don’t say…to figure out how to tell Della just how much she means to me.
That’s if I can slow this down, which feels like a warped joke at best.
CHAPTER13
Della
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, kissing up my collarbone, to my neck, warm imprints of passion that have me shivering all over.
My pussy aches with wetness as he glides deep, pushing all the way in.
There’s no pain, no discomfort, no anxiety.
Just this moment, his hard body pressed against mine as I slide my hands around his body, my fingers squeezing tight against his solid back muscles. He snarls in pleasure, his breath moving over my skin, and thrusts in deeper and harder.
My passion makes me guide my hips, sliding down his length, then he gets faster, fucking me so hard and fast that the headboard starts slamming.
We’re in my bedroom.
But I don’t have a headboard.
Bang-bang-bang.
It keeps doing it anyway.
I sit up, gasping, body coated in sweat. Sleep, the dream, it begins to slip away from me.
The banging comes from one of the other apartments, a pounding through the walls. Somebody is having a party.
My bedroom is far darker than it was when I came in here to set my textbooks down. Then the bed beckoned, and I collapsed into it, telling myself it would be for two minutes. I even set the alarm, but I must’ve half-woken and sleepily turned it off.
I rub the sleep from my eyes, leaning against the cold wall, my body feeling sore from the sex with Eli… even if it was only in a dream.
The details are already beginning to leave me, but there’s the general feeling I’m missing out on something, onhim.
Grabbing my phone, I read the text from Hudson.
He’s going to be getting home around midnight, he tells me. It’s five now, meaning I’ve been sleeping for way too long, three or four hours.
I’ve got the restaurant tomorrow. I was supposed to study today.
