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I get light-headed as it fills my mind, my lungs, my body.Blood rushes into my cock, which is throbbing in my trousers.
Can she tell I’m fucking hard against the slope of her stomach? She must be able to.
My palm desperately grips the curve of her jaw, my eyes hungrily fixating on her lips.
Our breaths come in short gasps. Each one of mine is a small release of the tightness building inside me.
This feels too real.
I need to close the distance. The desire is becoming visceral.
Just one more kiss. Just to get it out of my system.
“Matthew.” Her mouth drops open. I swallow, trying to steady my pulse. Has she changed her mind about our kissing agreement? I definitely have. “You—”
“There you are!” A voice scratches my eardrums. “I’ve been looking for you. You were meant to be exiting the maze over an hour ago.”
Lolita marches toward us down the hedge path. My jaw clenches. I get the feeling that Molly and I won’t have a lot of alone time under all of these watchful eyes.
Molly unwraps herself from me, getting back to my side. “We got a little distracted.”
“Of course you lovebirds did.” She winks. “The exit is right at the next bend.”
Right. That’s all this was, I attempt to convince myself.A distraction.
I force a smile. I’ve never had to be thisonfor so long. Hopefully, my solitude in the mornings will be enough for me to recharge after these supervised days.
Chapter9
Molly
“Relationships are messy,which is why you and your soulmate will need to commit to molding your love into something that can strengthen your imperfections,” Lolita announces from the helm of the pottery studio. In front of her, various finished ceramics sit on a wooden table. “But love can also be fragile.” She picks up a bowl and smashes it on the tile floor.
I shriek. Matthew grabs my hand over the pottery wheel, trying to calm me down.
“Sorry,” I gasp, catching my breath.
“Don’t be. That was horrifying,” he says.
The rest of the couples in the class remain unfazed by Lolita’s antics.
Some sit beside each other so rigidly, you’d think they were also pretending to be in a relationship. Though, on our left, a couple in matching paisley shirts and white aprons are giggling and playing footsie.
There’s a camera in the ceiling at the far corner of the room. We’ve been diligent about our act since we arrived, and I’m certain we’re putting on the performance of a lifetime.
But are Matthew and I being affectionate enough now?
He’s still holding my hand. This is the longest we’ve touched since our almost kiss in the Lover’s Labyrinth two days ago. At least, that’s what I think would’ve happened if our relationship coach hadn’t interrupted us.
But we’d already agreed we wouldn’t kiss, and Matthew has been respecting the rules valiantly. He hasn’t made any obvious moves on me at our other mandatory activities. It was merely heat exhaustion and the fact we were cuffed together.
After helping free my hair from the hedges, he probably held me that extra second because we were just putting on a show. Like we are now.
“Remember, do not fear the mess; embrace it.” Lolita’s voice pulls me back to reality. Around us, couples pick up mounds of clay.
“I guess we should get started.” Matthew scoots his chair slightly toward mine. His perpetual five-o’clock shadow hugs the strong outline of his jaw oh so nicely. “Have you done this before?”
“When I was younger.” I grab a slab of clay. “Have you?”
