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I shook my head.

She sighed, fresh tears falling down the sides of her face.

“Don’t cry for me, Autumn.”

“They’re happy tears.”

I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but I had to ask, “Are you on the pill?”

“Ummm … no.”

“Fuck!” I sat up, and she went with me, grimacing when the bed hit her core. “You’re going to be sore.”

“It’s fine. Don’t freak out, okay? I’ll get on the pill.”

“A little late, kid.”

“I mean for next time.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Next time?”

“Yeah, there’s going to be a next time, right?”

I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

“Julian, this isn’t a one-time thing, right?”

“I need to clean you up.”

The next thing I knew she was kissing all over my face, wrapping her arms and legs around me, seeking the comfort she needed in my embrace. I kissed her, softly pecking her lips, taking my time with each stroke of my tongue as it tangled with hers.

I tasted her tears.

Her hope.

Her love.

When I opened my eyes, I saw every sentiment I felt through her gaze. We locked eyes.

I surrendered.

To her.

To us.

Because for the first time, I didn’t stop when she wholeheartedly expressed, “I love you,” all in one breath.

Chapter Twenty-One

—Autumn—

Day Six of Press tour

He couldn’t even give me a day to figure shit out.

Not. One. Fucking. Day.

We were supposed to be getting footage of him at the old junkyard he used to work at, not sitting at a rectangular mahogany table in the building he owned in Texas which was another extension of his office in Miami.

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