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E very inch of her, bare and beautiful and mine—for however long I get to keep her.

I have no idea how long that will be.

I’m desperate for her.

I’ve wanted Nova for so long I don’t know how to be any other way.

Her skin is soft beneath my hands. Soft.

Too soft.

Can’t stop touching her.

It’s not even about sex—it’s about contact. Reassurance. Proof that this is real. That she’s here, letting me see every part of her. That she wants me.

Every breath she takes sends heat through me. Every sound she makes shoots straight to my chest.

God, I love her sounds.

Nova makes a soft noise and arches into me, and I swear I nearly come undone.

I’m trying to go slow. I’m trying to memorize it all. The flutter of her eyelashes. The way she gasps my name. The way her pussy feels clenched around me.

Wet .

Wanton.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and I hope it leaves a mark behind.

My lungs are tight.

My chest aches.

God, I love when she trembles . That little stutter at the back of her throat?—

Eyes glossy.

Mouth parted.

I swear she’s never looked more beautiful.

Is this what falling in love is like?

Am I already there?

She’s going to choose her brother and dump me, and I will never recover from it because I’ve never felt this exposed.

I’m going to ruin this.

Or she is.

Or her brother.

One of us will crack first.

If she tells me this was a mistake, I won’t just be heartbroken—I’ll be shattered.

And I won’t even blame her.

I’ll blame myself.

For wanting more.

For getting greedy.

For falling in love with a girl I was never supposed to touch.

God, I am so totally, irreversibly, undeniably…

Fucked.