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And then, she surrendered, melting against me as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Her body shook, her soft moans filling the room, every sound driving me closer to the edge. I held her as she fell apart, only releasing her when I felt her relax, spent and satisfied.

Gently, I lowered her back onto the bed, keeping us connected as her breathing slowed, her heartbeat gradually settling. I leaned over, pressing light kisses along her spine, my lips tracing the curve of her back. Presley’s fingers clutched the pillow beneath her, her breathing still ragged.

“Pres?” I whispered, letting my hand rest softly on her hip.

She managed a small smile, her voice breathless. “That was… incredible. I had no idea it could feel like this.”

I grinned, leaning in to kiss her shoulder. “This is only the beginning, Pres. There’s a lot more I haven’t shown you yet.”

She gave a playful wiggle, pressing her hips back against mine, her body inviting me to continue. I needed no further encouragement. I began to move again, our rhythm intensifying as we found a perfect synchronicity. This time, our release was simultaneous, a powerful, shared moment that left us both breathless.

When it was over, I held her close, our bodies wrapped around each other as the world outside faded away.

CHAPTER 15

Hudson

As we stepped into the school, I tightened my grip on Presley’s hand, holding it firmly as if that alone could silence the whispers and deflect the stares. Heads turned, conversations paused, and curious eyes followed us down the hallway. It was as if no one had ever seen a couple walk in together—at least not when the girl had been dating someone else the day before. I could feel the weight of every glance, every smirk.

But none of them knew the truth. Evan had cheated on Presley, and with her best friend, no less. The bra Presley found in his room was proof of that. Knowing him, Reagan wasn’t the only one, either. He had the entire county as his playground, with parties and people he thought he could fool.

Presley moved closer to me, as if my presence could shield her from the judging eyes around us. I could feel her unease inthe way her hand tensed in mine. A few of my friends nodded in approval, though. At least someone seemed to get it.

“Do you want to go to your locker first?” I asked softly, hoping to distract her.

She shrugged, her gaze dropping. “I guess.”

I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

“I’m not worried,” she whispered back, but her voice gave her away—unsteady, almost a murmur. I nodded, not pressing her further, and walked with her to her locker, waiting as she gathered her books. Further down the hall, I heard Evan’s voice, loud and obnoxious, and felt her stiffen beside me. She shut her locker quickly and leaned into me for reassurance.

At my locker, she leaned against the one next to mine, her arms folded protectively. I tossed my backpack inside, then tore a scrap of paper from my notebook and scribbled something down, slipping it into my pocket. This game wasn’t over—not by a long shot. Now that she was mine, the stakes had only gotten higher.

I took her hand again, gave it a reassuring squeeze, and shut my locker with a bang. “Let’s get you to homeroom.”

Presley glanced at me, a hint of worry in her eyes. “You’re not staying with me?”

I shook my head, smiling. “I’ll see you at lunch. That’s when things get interesting.”

She narrowed her eyes, half-curious, half-nervous. “What are you planning, Hudson?”

“You’ll see,” I said, leaning in just enough so only she could hear. “By lunch, I promise, you won’t have a single doubt about us.”

She gave me a small, uncertain smile, but I could see the question in her gaze. I didn’t answer it. Not yet.

Presley’s browsknitted together as she studied the torn corner of notebook paper I’d slipped her this morning. “What’s this?” she asked.

The paper had a single line: Truth or dare?

She exhaled, her voice barely audible. “I thought… I thought the game was over.”

Her hand trembled slightly in mine, and I traced gentle circles over her skin with my thumb, feeling her tension. She hadn’t touched her lunch, her gaze drifting every so often toward Evan, holding court with his posse in the corner. I wondered if she regretted breaking up with him. Maybe I was just a complication she hadn’t anticipated.

“It’s not over,” I whispered back, leaning closer.

We were sitting alone, tucked away at one of the far tables on the opposite side of the cafeteria from Evan’s loyal band of followers. I tilted my head, bringing my lips close to her ear. “It’s time to raise the stakes.”

She chewed on her bottom lip, a flicker of curiosity—and hesitation—in her eyes. “How?”

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