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“I’m crazy about you.”I love you.My words are barely over a whisper, too breathy for my comfort, but I feel Cassidy shiver under me.

Her slender hands slide up my back and grab my shoulders.She pulls me closer to her, almost causing me to lose my balance and lay on her completely, but I catch myself.

She’s hiding her face in my chest, but I can feel heat rising from her. I know she is blushing and feeling something she’s uncomfortable with, and I hate that I did that to her. For my selfish want to express feelings she’s not ready to hear.

I can know I love this woman and not tell her until she’s feeling stable and ready to hear it. This is the most careful and reckless I’ve been with her, physically and emotionally. I wish I could take the words back, but they’ve already left me.

As I bring my lips down to Cassidy’s head, I swear I hear her say, “Me too,” against my skin before she kisses right where my neck meets my collarbone.

We move in what seems like an orchestrated dance, I can sense Cassidy’s needs and with that, she can sense my next move. Our skin is sweaty, our breaths are heavy. I can start to feel my rhythm break as I get closer to finishing.

Cassidy is on the edge, and I feel her pussy take hold of my cock with every stroke I take. I wouldn’t stop now if my life depended on it.

Cassidy lets out loud moans as she reaches her climax, with me right behind her. I’m about to pull out to finish when her legs pull me close.

“Don’t,” she moans, and I listen. I feel myself empty inside her and it rockets a feeling up my spine.

Cassidy lets out a long sigh and pulls me close to her.

I don’t care what it will take to prove to Cassidy that she’s worth it all to me, and that she can have a fulfilling life with me. I can do long-distance if that’s what she needs. I can do whatever it takes, but I know I can’t stay right now.

I’ve got to get back to town and get Jake and Sharon’s things together for them. I just hope after I get that all sorted out, Cassidy will hear what I have to say. Hopefully, this interaction and a little space will put me in her good graces.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Cassidy

We have three days until Mary’s wedding and the last two have been awful. Not at all because of the wedding, but because I feel like absolute garbage.

Hunter has been sending me a fair number of messages. Not enough to be annoying, but enough to remind me that I can’t forget him. As if I could if he didn’t message me. He’s on my mind all day and his stupid, perfect messages cause me to waver between wanting to reach back out to him and the other part solidifying that distance is best.

I had decided while talking with Georgie that this fear in me is enough for me to make a move. I decided to end things. I know what kind of girl I am, and I love her. I love that I am independent. I love that I do well enough in my job to keep me happy and keep my stress low. I love that I get to take part in my hobbies without having to explain them to anyone. I love not having to answer to anyone. I love sleeping in my big bed by myself. I am a single, happy girl. I am the power auntie to all my sweet girls’ kids, if Mary decides to have some. Georgie isn’t a “kids person”, andnone of us were upset with that. I’m not a “partner person”, and they owe me the same kind of respect.

Honestly, Georgie is giving me more than just respect in that aspect. She’s given me a safe and comfortable place to stay while this all gets sorted out. Hunter is the kind of man to show up at my doorstep to make a statement and try to convince me that I can be the kind of girl I’m not. He’ll show up and buy himself some more time and it will only make me more uncomfortable for longer. I can’t give Hunter any more false hope.

So, here I am, basically hiding until this all blows over. Georgie has a great second master, so I am very comfortable aside from missing my books. I grabbed a small selection to last me a few days, and I can always run over there before work because it’s not like Hunter can stay there all day; he has a farm to run.

While packing up my books for my temporary stay, seeing the pile of books I had gotten for Hunter was bittersweet. They were obviously duplicates from my own collection, so I have no need for them.

Part of me had considered sending them down to him as a somewhat parting gift, but I feel like that would be like a double-edged sword for him. So, they continue to sit in that pile on my floor, unclaimed and without future purpose. I know I’ll find something to do with them eventually.

I am working from home for the time being, as well, to avoid any kind of run-in with Dom. I haven’t heard anything from anyone in the office regarding a possible black eye. I would not be surprised if he was sporting a hefty bruise on the face. The sound of Hunter’s heavy fist hitting Dom’s face is not one I can easily forget.

That also goes for the last time I slept with Hunter. He could tell something was off about me, but he didn’tpress. He let us have our moment and I could feel what he was trying to tell me with his every action.

I’m sorry.

I respect you.

I desire you.

I’m crazy about you.

When Hunter spoke those last words out loud, I feared another sentence would quickly follow. He could sense my fear and took pause. He will never know how much I appreciate that. How much I appreciate not breaking another man down due to his mistake of falling in love with me.

His feelings are an illusion, they aren’t real. He hasn’t known me long enough to know if those feelings can withstand a lifetime. Love is deeper than a fleeting moment.

I love the girls.

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