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I kiss her harder. “Stop.”
“Aiden,but what—”
“Hey,” a voice calls from the kitchen. “You passed.”
Both of us jolt apart, noticing a very annoyed eleven-year-old judging us. She shakes her head as she points to the computer. “You passed,” Sophie says again.
“What?” Cassie looks from Sophie to me to Sophie again. “I passed?”
Sophie checks the screen again. “That’s what it says.”
“Oh my God.” Cassie’s face lights up as she throws her arms around my neck. “I passed!”
She pulls me in for a kiss that has me closing my eyes and wishing very much that we were alone, and I keep my arms tight around her body to keep her against me.
“Ugh,” Sophie groans. “You promised to stop kissing so much.”
I smile against Cassie’s mouth. “We’re celebrating.”
“Well, do something less gross to celebrate,” Sophie huffs.
“Actually that’s a great idea,” I say, leaning back to shoot her a grin. “Which is why I made reservations tonight.”
Sophie perks up. “We’re going out?”
“Mm-hmm.” I rub a slow circle against Cassie’s back. “I invited Iris and her new girlfriend. Wanda and Fred too.”
Cassie still looks surprised. “You made reservations?”
“Yep.”
“But what if I didn’t pass?”
I brush my fingers against her temple, sweeping one loose strand of her hair away to tuck it behind her ear. My palm lingers against her cheek, and in that clear blue sky of her eyes, I can see my whole life looking back at me.
“I knew we’d have something to celebrate,” I tell her quietly.
Her smile is slow, her lips tilting on one side and then the other until she’s beaming, and when she leans in to kiss me again, I can hardly even hear Sophie’s half-hearted groaning. I think she’ll let us have this one, most likely. I let my hand drift to my pocket where the little velvet box sits, grinning against Cassie’s mouth, because wedohave plenty to celebrate.
And we’re just getting started.
It’s probably a stupid idea.
When Marco had suggested I check it out, I think he’d meant it as a joke. Just another way of ribbing me for not dating.
So why am I sitting here, staring at my computer with a freshly made account for OnlyFans?
I do a quick scroll, and honestly, I can’t tell the difference between this and any other porn site. That brings me back to the question: Why am I here?
I’m about to log out and forget this ever happened, because Marco can never know... but then I see her account as a suggestion.
I don’t know what it is about her; her face is covered, her hair is a bright lavender that has to be some sort of wig—but something about her picture draws me in.
I click her profile, scrolling through the free content just out of curiosity.
Cici.
Maybe I won’t log out after all...
