Page 15 of Fake Out Hearts

“Mm?”

“I’m just gonna lay you down, princess,” I say and gently roll her off me onto the bed.

She curls up on her side, pulling her legs toward herself, and I sneak away to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When I crawl back into bed beside her, she mumbles something I can’t make out, but doesn’t resist when I wrap one arm around her and pull her back against my chest. I bury my face in her hair and kiss the back of her neck.

I can’t get close enough to her, and I’m not ready to let her go. For the rest of the night, at least, I don’t have to. The thought brings a smile to my face, and I fall asleep to the gentle rise and fall of her exhausted breathing.

Chapter 6

Becca

My eyes flutter open and land on Theo’s arm wrapped around me. Neither of us remembered to close the blinds before we fell asleep, so the bright morning sun is streaming through the window. I blink against the brightness and smile as flashes of the night drift back into my mind.

My body hurts from head to toe, but in a way I’ve never experienced before. I’ve had plenty of sore days from dancing, but those don’t compare to the sweet sex ache I feel in every joint and muscle. Theo truly worked me over last night, and even after we fell asleep, he wasn’t finished. At some point, I woke up with him hard against me, and we started all over again.

I don’t know if he did it just to make me feel better about my breakup with Shawn, but regardless, it worked. I’ve known for way longer than I’d like to admit that it was time to move on, and that I never should have gotten with him in the first place, so in a way it’s a relief that it’s over.

It doesn’t change the fact that it fucking sucks to be broken up with on national TV, but even with that Shawn did me a favor. Because now there isn’t a sliver of doubt in my mind that this is the right thing for me. I used to get emotional even thinking about leaving him, but now it just feels like a relief.

It’s over, and I’m starting to see our “relationship” for what it really was: totally toxic. It’s hard to feel anything but good about letting go of something like that.

I glance over my shoulder at Theo. He’s still out cold and breathing evenly, but the memory of what he did to me pretty much all night long makes my clit throb. I know it was just rebound sex, but holy shit, was it incredible. I wasn’t lying when I told him it was the best I’d ever had. And it will probably remain the best for a long time.

Part of me wants to thank him, but how would I even do that? Somehow, waking him up to say, “Thanks for screwing my brains out last night” doesn’t feel quite right—even though he’d probably appreciate it. But I also have the pieces of my life to put back together after Shawn’s dumping, so I decide that maybe it’s better I just get on with things.

I carefully crawl out from under Theo’s arm, and thankfully, he doesn’t wake up. He’s probably just as exhausted as I am, if not more. I mean, he did most of the work. I have to scour the room to find my clothes since they landed everywhere but in one place, and I’m just pulling my shorts up to button them when Theo stirs.

“Going somewhere?” he asks, his voice rough from sleep. He holds a hand up to his face to block out the light and fixes me with his sexy grin and even sexier set of dimples.

“Well, my life kind of fell apart last night and I’m on borrowed time, so yeah, I need to get going,” I say as I finish buttoning my shorts. He flashes me a sad smile, so I walk back to the bed and sit down beside him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But thank you for last night. It was exactly what I needed.”

“My pleasure,” he says, his grin widening.

God, that fucking dimple.

He looks so gorgeous like this, sleepy and mussed with that half smile on his face. It’s so damn tempting to strip all myclothes back off and climb into bed with him, just stay here having amazing sex all day and forget about everything else, but I can’t. Eventually, reality will catch up with me. It always does.

“What are you gonna do?” Theo asks as he pushes himself up on the bed. I let out a sigh and try not to let myself get overwhelmed by the daunting truth of what’s coming.

“That’s a great question. I honestly don’t really know.”

“So, what then? You just wander around until the answer comes?”

“No. More like I go and pack my things and try not to have a nervous breakdown about the fact that I’m probably getting deported any second now.”

Theo chuckles at that, but then his expression turns serious. “There has to be something you can do, right? You’re too amazing for this country to lose you.”

I know he’s just saying that to make me feel better, but it makes something warm spread through my chest. Unfortunately, I don’t think he’s right.

“I don’t know,” I say with a shrug. “Without work in the US, the only other thing I can think of that would get me a green card in a hurry is marriage. And that’s obviously not going to happen now.”

Theo’s green eyes snap back to mine at that. He stares at me for a long moment, and I can see something brewing behind his eyes.

“You really want to stay in this country?” he asks.

“Yes, more than anything,” I blurt, and embarrassment floods my face at how quickly the words came out.

But I mean it. I came here to pursue a career in dance, and there’s still so much I haven’t done that I promised myself I would do. So much that got shoved to the backburner because of Shawn.

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