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I’m totally exposed.

Like, literally.

And cold. My raging boner is on full display and not a single inch of duvet is left on me. A certain redhead has stolen it, her cute body wrapped in it like some sort of cocoon.

It’s almost six in the morning, and I need to get in a light run and work out before more families pile onto the beach. But first…I reach across and tug the bedding from underneath Luna, causing her to roll onto her back, her long eyelashes resting against her flawlessly freckled complexion. Fuck, she’s beautiful, and way too good for me.

Whipping the covers over my head so they envelope us both, I hover over her, holding my weight on my forearms. Her eyes flutter open as I place a gentle kiss against her collarbone. “Morning sheet stealer.”

She wraps her legs around my waist, both of us still naked from a night of barely letting each other sleep, and I feel myalready hard cock press against her entrance, desperate for more.

She smiles up at me. “You know I don’t play by the rules.”

I run my hand through her disheveled hair. “I messed your hair up good last night.”

She shrugs her shoulders, throwing her arms around my neck. “It’s messy most of the time anyway, so better for it to be like this for a reason.”

If it’s possible, I harden even further at the memory of how it was wrapped around my fist last night while I fucked her from behind. I need back inside her. “Are you sore? I know we went at it hard last night.” I bury my head in the crook of her neck and inhale her sweet vanilla scent. “Fucking awesome, by the way.”

Luna brings her hand between us, searching for my dick. She drags it a couple of inches lower until it's back at her entrance. “You’re huge, so yeah, I’m definitely aware of what we did. But I want to do it again.”

I want to fuck her raw, want to rid any last remnants of the damage Amie caused, but I can’t. I’m not ready. As I reach for protection and roll it over me, I look down at Luna and pray she knows this has nothing to do with her and everything to do with my past.

Each time we’ve had sex, it’s been frantic and desperate, and even though I’m far from sated, this morning feels different. Her large, deep-brown eyes encapsulate everything she is—gorgeous, kind, genuine, and deep.

My mouth works ahead of my brain as I let the words slide off my tongue. “Come to the Hockey Now charity gala with me.”

My hips rock slowly over hers as she grips me tightly. “In Seattle?”

Sweeping her hair to one side, I kiss her pulse point, knowing it’s likely to send her over the edge. She moans in pleasure and the deep sense of satisfaction knowing I did that to her rollsthrough my body, gathering at the base of my spine. I’m so close to coming, yet I’ve barely moved at all.

“As my date. I want you to come with me. Come back with me before school starts.”

“I, umm. Your date?”

“Yeah. Let me take you out.” I kiss the underside of her chin and chuckle. “Ply you with champagne.”

She laughs excitedly. “Yeah, why not.”

I know she wants to ask more about what it might mean to be my date, and honestly, I wish I had answers too. Answers to everything hanging over us, including the expiration date this summer has.

A long moment passes as we stay buried in each other’s bodies and thoughts.

“You’re in your head again, aren’t you?”

I roll my hips once more and bring a hand to her cheek. “I’m good, Rocket. Are you okay?”

She nods her head and tightens her grip around my waist. “Yes. But don’t fuck me slow.”

Her statement is loaded, I know it is. Going slow invites too many emotions we both can’t afford to take hold. Instead, we’ll let them simmer beneath the surface and pray we can keep the lid tightly shut. For both our sakes.

I’m backfrom my morning run, and Luna’s still down at the beach swimming when my phone starts buzzing on the coffee table.

Half expecting it to be Mom since she normally calls at this time, I race over and grab it, hitting accept. “Hi M?—”

“Zach? Zach, it’s Amie. Don’t hang up. Please.”

Everything inside me revolts. I haven’t spoken to her in weeks, maybe months, and the sound of her voice scrapes through me like nails down a chalkboard. I take a seat on the arm of the couch. “Hi.”