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He groaned, closing his eyes. “Can you say it while sucking me off, too?”

“Hell yeah, I can. Do we have a deal?”

His throat worked for a beat. “I don’t think I could say no to that even if I wanted to.”

“Good.” I peeled away, grinning. “Five minutes?”

“Four.”

We ran into my room, fingers interlinked.

I made good on almost every promise, taking my time as I shampooed his hair and soaped down his glorious body. Then I got to my knees and teased his cock with my lips, tongue, and a sugar-sweet string of “I love yous” until it wept for me, begging for mercy. I massaged his balls, sucked and licked him to incoherent oblivion, and moaned with victory when he lost control and shot down my throat.

Then I dragged him to bed. Coaxed him into taking a nap while I cooked one of his favorite dinners.

He was still in his bathrobe, groggy with sleep, when I settled back on his lap and poured us both a generous glass of wine. We giggled while we ate, murmuring sweet nothings against each other’s lips. I trailed nibbling kisses over his cheek, his jaw, his neck until he was rosy-drunk on wine, food, and my affection, and so relaxed that he almost fell asleep when I gave him the massage he’d been promised.

But he maintained just enough energy to roll over and pull me to him so he could stuff his face into my breasts while we cuddled.

“I love you,” I murmured, twirling one of his curls around my finger. He groaned, muttering something entirely nonsensical into my skin. Two minutes later, he gave a soft snore, and I closed my eyes, smiling as I mentally planned out the next few days.

Tomorrow, I’d surprise him with breakfast in bed—pancakes with dark chocolate chunks, blackberries, and whipped cream. Then I’d open my laptop, show him the website I’d found, and let him pick out whatever slutty costumes he wanted to see me wear while I gently stroked him with my hand.

I’d have him put his head on my lap while I read to him.

We’d go for a walk. Maybe visit the racetrack again.

Spend more time in bed.

On day three, we’d drive out to see Rosie, have dinner at a nearby vineyard, and spend the night at the hotel he’d told me about.

But, evidently, all of that needed to wait. Because when I drifted awake at 5:45 the next morning, the bed was empty, and Dominic was gone.

Smiling, I turned over and closed my eyes again.

That didn’t take long.

44

MAJOR NEWS. Finley dumped Alice for Tara after school yesterday and he was a major jerk about it. And then today Tara went around and told everyone that Finley only dated Alice to make her jealous. It made me really angry because obviously it’s not true and I know it’s not because… because… it just doesn’t make any sense, okay?

Alice was pretty upset when she got home, even though she didn’t cry while I was there. I could just tell.

I was going to ask her if she wanted to play Halo with me (she likes shooting games a lot) but she hates me still and I didn’t want to make her feel worse. So I got Adrien to play with her instead and it seemed to make her feel better.

Alice

September 17

The Family Chatnel

Adrien

JFC. Lice, tell your boyfriend to leave me the fuck alone.

Fourth morning in a row he’s been waiting outside my apartment to ambush me on my morning run.

Me