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I try to laugh but I can’t. “But I missed all these years with you. We’re not the same people we were back in high school.”
He takes my hand and places it over his heart. “In here, I’m the same. I’m the same boy you fell in love with when I stuck up for you in front of those cheerleaders.”
“Witches.”
He smiles. “I wish I could erase the past decade. I wish I had never allowed your mother to convince me to end our relationship. But I can’t. And I’m not wasting my wishes on the past.”
“What’s with the wishes? Do you have a genie in a bottle hidden somewhere?”
He presses his hips against me. “No, but I have something hidden in my jeans. You want to explore?”
“Could you seriously be any cornier?”
“I think you mean hornier.”
“How can you be horny? We had sex all day long yesterday.”
“No, we didn’t.”
I scratch my chin. “We didn’t? Who was inside me most of yesterday if it wasn’t you?”
He growls. “Only I will be inside you from here on out.”
“Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir.”
His eyes flare. “I love it when you follow my orders.”
“Too bad I don’t enjoy following orders.”
He nips my earlobe. “You more than enjoy following orders. You just don’t want to enjoy following orders.”
I have no response since he’s right, so I tilt my head to offer him my neck instead. He bites and nibbles his way along my jaw until he reaches my lips.
“You have perfect bowtie lips,” he murmurs as he licks them.
I press against him ready to continue our kiss from before but he leans back away from me. “Are we good?”
“Not yet but I assume we’ll be feeling good pretty soon.”
“You will. I guarantee it.”
“Is this a money-back guarantee?”
He tweaks my nose. “Stop being a smart alec for five seconds. I’m trying to check if you’re okay with the whole Aurora situation.”
I blow out a breath as I contemplate my answer. I don’t want to admit I’m jealous although it’s pretty obvious I am. But it’s more than mere jealousy.
“I’m sad we lost ten years together because my mom’s a bitch.” I hate to swear but witch isn’t a strong enough word to describe my mother.
“Hey now. Don’t call your mom a bitch.”
“What if it’s true?” What if my mom doesn’t love me? Will I ever stop yearning for her love?
“This is why I didn’t want to explain why I left you on the day of our high school graduation. I didn’t want to drive a wedge between you and your mom.”
I scowl. “I think she drove the wedge herself when she refused to show up for Grandma’s funeral.”
“I’m sorry she wasn’t there.”
