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Swallowing her mouthful, her huge brown eyes meet mine. “I missed you too. I’m sorry I didn’t message or call much.”

“I won’t lie—it sucked, big time.” And it really did. I need to ask; I can’t hold off much longer. “Where’s your head now?”

She purses her lips together and picks up her water glass, taking a sip. “Has anything changed for you? In the way you feel about me?”

A surge of electricity passes through me as I turn her stool to face me. I rest my palms on her outer thighs and bring my face closer to hers. I can feel the warmth of her breath across my faceand the smell of her scent as I get lost in the beautiful pattern of freckles across the bridge of her nose.

“Yes,” I say, holding eye contact with her intently.

She swallows. “Oh, well, I guess that’s not surprising. I—” She stops talking and looks down at her pink socks.

Bringing my index finger under her chin, I know my face wears a shit eating grin from ear to ear as I return her eyes to mine. “I’m even crazier about you than I was before.”

I see the relief wash over her as her body visibly relaxes, and damn if that reaction doesn’t make me happy. “Me too.”

My hands wrap around her thighs as I haul her into my arms and stand. She wraps her legs around my waist, but I don’t kiss her. I simply brush my nose against hers softly. “Are we going to try and make this work, Rocket?” My heart hammers against my ribs. “Let’s just try and make this work, in whatever way we can. Because I don’t think there’s another second I can take without calling you mine.”

Bringing her hands around the nape of my neck, she runs her dainty fingers through my hair. “I’m scared. I still don’t know how it will look. Long distance or me living in Seattle. I just don’t know.”

Still holding her in my arms, I drop my forehead to hers. “Let me tell you what I do know. The way you’re underneath every inch of my skin. The way you’re buried deep in my bones. The way I only feel like I smile when you’re with me. I want anything that looks like you in my life. I’ll take any alternative to what I’ve been through these past three months. I’m in deep Luna; I know I am. In my head and heart, there is no other reality than one that involves you and me being together.” On a deep breath, I pull back and ask the question I’ve been repeating in my dreams. “Let me call you my girlfriend? Because I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

She blows out a breath, fanning my face. “If I say yes, then what happens next?”

“After these next few days? We’ll work it out. I promise. But for the next seventy-two hours? I’m going to make you come in every way possible.”

I swear I feel heat pool through her leggings as her thighs clench around my already rock-hard dick. “I want to be with you.”

LUNA

Zach walks us over to the couch and lays me down.

In one swift motion, he pulls his shirt over his head, eyes ablaze with heat. His gray sweatpants hang low on his hips, and I ache at seeing the deep v protruding from his waistband.

I can see the outline of his hard cock as he crawls over my body, bracketing me in with his arms. His lips move across my nose and cheeks, placing soft kisses at specific points.

“What are you doing?” I ask on a giggle.

He smiles down at me. “Appreciating my favorite constellation.”

I melt. Right in this spot.

“What do you want, Rocket?”

Reaching down, I poke my hand beneath the waistband of his pants. “I want to relive the summer.”

His mouth slants across mine, and as his tongue massages into me, I know he’s smiling, mimicking the way I feel inside. “I’ll give you every spring, summer, fall, and winter.”

His hands fall to the tops of my leggings as he begins working them down my legs.

Pulling his lip between his teeth, he takes in my pink lacy thong. “I can smell your sweet scent.”

He continues to roll them down my legs and then moves to my shirt. I sit up and hold my hands above my head until all I’m left in is my underwear. Every part of my body tingles, from the tips of my fingers down to my toes. I pulse with need for him.

He’s on his knees between my legs, and I’m sitting up. We’re mere inches apart, my face at the same height as his waistband.

“Do you want me, baby?” He groans as I lower his boxers.

It’s been months since I touched him, but as soon as I see his long hard cock, I remember the way those piercings felt inside me, and the throb between my legs intensifies. The tip leaks precum, and in an instant, I reach down and swipe my tongue across it.