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We’re all here to celebrate the same person, though she and I had our own pre-celebration before our feet hit the floor this morning. It was just a tease of what I wanted, yet it was one of the hottest experiences I’ve had in my life.

I didn’t even get off.

But watching her was better than anything I could’ve imagined. Especially after I pushed her away. That will prove to be the biggest mistake of my life if I can’t make this work.

The reality of the situation has slapped me in the face today as I sit here between her parents.

Her family.

Make no mistake. They were hers first. They’re hers by blood.

I’m just the charity case that grew on them.

If I didn’t have two years to figure out that I want her and no one else, who knows what would’ve happened.

“There she is.” Annette grabs my hand and points across the auditorium where the graduates are entering as the band plays.

Teagan is wearing the hat and is cloaked in every cord and stole available. Other than the one semester when she had her run in with the law and got to experience the other inside of a jail, she earned every award and exceeded her parents’ expectations.

“She’s going to do big things,” Annette whispers. “I just wish she’d do them closer to home. I miss her so much my heart hurts.”

I don’t respond. There’s nothing to say, other than Teagan moving to New York is because I’m transferring back to Miami.

I reach for my program so I can pretend to give a shit what it says, when she catches my eye from all the way across the space.

Annette and Evie make a dramatic exhibition of waving to get her attention, but the moment our gazes lock, I know she’s focused on me.

She bites her lip. The same way she did this morning right before I gave her an orgasm.

Micah and Tim are busy talking about work. Annette and Evie are comparing how many more honors and awards Teagan has than the other graduates.

It feels safe, so I return her private smile with a wink.

Weeks.

I have a matter of weeks.

Hell, Landyn would kill me with her own hands, but I’d follow Teagan to New York if I could. That will never happen. Getting a transfer to Miami was hard enough. I’m locked in and need to do my time. Even then, I’ll have to become a Brax or Micah or King to build the kind of resume to pull those kinds of strings.

I need a plan to keep her in Miami.

Failure is not an option.

17

ORGASM TERMS

Rocco

Iscan the parking lot as we pull in. Management at Teagan’s apartment complex pulled the video surveillance from the break in, but it gave us nothing.

They were masked.

They were also in and out in under two minutes. I’m surprised it took them that long with as little as she has in this place. I doubt it will take us twenty minutes to load her car before we leave tomorrow.

It had to be Robichaux’s people. I don’t trust that they won’t be back.

One more night, and she won’t have any ties to this place.

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