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“Do you like that?” I say, pulling back and taking both of her breasts in my hands, working her nipples with my fingers. “Do you like it when I touch you like this? Play with you?”

“Yes. I love it. I’m so close. Make me come, Garrett.”

As if I could ever deny her. I dive back in, sucking on one, then the other. Using my lips, tongue, and hands to bring her maximum pleasure.

“Yes! Garrett!”

I feel her hips buck once, twice, and then on the third they freeze as she climaxes, and I look up to watch her. Her beautiful face is enjoying every ounce of pleasure that I just gave her.

I take my hand to the nape of her neck and bring her in, needing to feel her lips on mine. I don’t know how long I kiss her, but I know that I kiss her with everything in me.

Because she’s mine.

I break the kiss, but touch my forehead to hers, still needing connection.

“I love you, Paige. I know it’s soon. I know things are just starting. But I have never felt this way about anyone in my life.”

She’s quiet, and for a second, I wonder if I said the wrong thing. Does she not feel the same way about me?

Before I can say anything else, I’m gifted with the best words I could ever hear.

“I love you, Garrett Dixon. With my whole heart and soul. I love you so much.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Paige

If head games are what my mother is going for, she’s doing a really good job of playing with mine.

It’s been two weeks since I spoke to her. I thought after the day I saw her at the clinic that I’d be getting daily phone calls and threats. Instead, nothing.

I think that is worse. This is making me paranoid. This is making me look over my shoulder at every turn.

Like right now, during my normal after-school tutoring session with Anthony. We only have about ten minutes left, but I want to keep him here forever. We are safe here. There is a security guard outside the door—his name is Ben and Cassie drools over him every day despite his wedding ring or me telling her that his wife Gretchen is amazing. No one can hurt me or Anthony here.

When we leave? I can’t protect him. I don’t even know if my mom knows where he lives. I can only hope that she is only focused on me, and the pictures of Anthony and Cassie were just threats.

“Done!” he says, standing from his desk and walking toward mine. “Do you want to check? I’m pretty sure I got them all right. Math is so easy.”

I give him a questioning look, because those are never words I thought I’d hear from him. “Math is easy? Since when? Last week math was, if I remember correctly, the worst thing ever invented.”

Anthony lets out an exasperated sigh. Because you know, ten-year-olds are so smart. “That was last week, Miss Blackstone. Keep up. Plus, I’m getting older. Which means I’m getting smarter.”

I laugh at his words, but they also make me a little sad. He is growing up. He’s no longer my little protector in kindergarten.

“Are you still going to come and do your homework with me next year even when you move up to middle school?”

“Of course. You’d miss me too much.”

I give his hair a ruffle and give him back his perfect homework. “Grab your things. Your mom will be here soon.”

As soon as I say the words, a sense of dread goes through me. I honestly want to believe that my mom wouldn’t hurt a child, then again, I wanted to believe she would choose me over the boyfriend who got her hooked on drugs, so what do I know?

I gather my things and stick my phone in my back pocket as Anthony and I walk out of my classroom when it hits me that I have to use the restroom.

I debate for a second. I could wait until I get home, but that’s at least a half hour and I don’t think that’s going to work. And Anthony’s mom is always on a tight schedule because of her second job, so I don’t want her to be late.

“Hey, Ben, I’m going to use the restroom real quick. I’ll meet you guys outside.”

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