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My legs wrap around his waist. My arms lock around his neck. I bury my face against his shoulder and breathe him in, shaking from how much I’ve missed this. Missed him.

His hands are under my thighs, holding me up, gripping me tight. As if he thinks I might leave, and he doesn’t want to let me go.

“God, I missed you,” I whisper.

He just holds me tighter and presses his lips to the top of my head.

I pull back enough to see his face. His eyes are dark, mouth parted like he wants to say something but can’t find the words.

So I kiss him. Hard.

I kiss him the way I wanted to at the airport. Like I dreamed of every night I was away. His hands slide up my back. My hips grind down. I feel him groan into my mouth.

“I wanted this the second I saw you,” I breathe against his lips.

“Me too.”

“Then why did you look so scared?”

He exhales roughly. “Because if you’d kissed me in the middle of that airport, I wouldn't have been able to stop.”

I grin. “Who says I want you to?”

Wyatt shakes his head, but he’s smiling now. He kisses me back, thoroughly…

And the world is right again.

CHAPTER 16

WYATT

I wake up sticky, aching, and covered in two things: sweat and Niles.

Not the worst way to wake up. Until the over-bright sunlight, humidity, and ache in my back register.

We’re still in the treehouse.

Shit.

We fell asleep in the goddamn treehouse.

Shit. Shit.Shit!

Also—ouch. I’ve spent years training, building muscle, keeping myself fit, but one night sleeping on a warped wood platform has done me in. I know the second I try to move, it’s going to be worse.

I glance down. Niles is sprawled across my chest, his face smushed against my skin, hair damp from sweat, his breath warm where it ghosts over my ribs. My heart clenches when his first instinct as he opens his eyes and sees he’s with me is to smile. Soft and easy. Peaceful.

Then he blinks, and I see it register for him.

“What time is it?” His voice is rough with sleep.

I check my watch. “Nearly seven.”

His eyes widen. “Shit.”

“Yeah.”

We both know we should move. Get dressed. Get back to our own houses before anyone notices. But I don’t move, and neither does he.