Page 121 of The Counterfeit Lover


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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What the hell was that…

Moments later—an eternity later—we're both breathing hard.

Time and space cease to exist as I hold her in my arms, trying to regain a semblance of control over myself.

Noelle is the first to speak, leaning back and urging me to look at her.

"Raf," she says my name in that fuck-me voice of hers and I nearly groan at the effect it has on my body—again. "Ask me what my favorite color is," she whispers.

I frown.

Sweat clings to her skin, her makeup already destroyed from the many tears of pleasure I racked off her body. Her eyes are dazed, yet clear. Despite everything, there's an odd clarity to her eyes.

"Ask me what my favorite color is," she repeats.

Taken aback, I can only comply.

"What's your favorite color?"

She smiles—a satisfied cat smile as she opens her mouth to speak.

"Cadmium Quercitron."

I freeze.

Blinking, I fucking freeze.

My dick is still buried inside of her, and those words act like magic as it starts twitching again.

"Wh-What did you just say?" I mutter in awe.

My sluggish brain has a hard time catching up. Coincidence, or fate?

But as she lazily grins at me, I know there's only one explanation.

Fate.

It's been fate all along.

"You…" I trail off, my heart exploding in my chest at the myriad of emotions of the moment. "How is it possible?"

"We're finally together, Blue. Finally…" she whispers before her mouth is on mine, kissing me with years of pent-up longing.

Years of…

Fuck. Me.

Fate.

It's always been fate.

NINETEEN

THE PAST

Opening his school laptop,Rafaelo started working on an assignment that was due the following day, wanting to get it out of the way before he could allow himself to unwind.

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