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"You want the truth?"

"Always."

"I've only ever done that to a guy before because I felt like I had to, not because I was forced, but because it felt kind of expected."

"Please tell me you didn't just feel that way with me." She shakes her head, and that smile transforms from cute to incredibly sexyin the blink of an eye.

"I was desperate to do that to you."

I brush a strand of hair away from her face, remembering how it felt entwined between my fingers only minutes before when I fucked her mouth. "If I ever go too rough for you, if you ever feel it's too much, please tell me right away, okay?"

"I liked it that way—don’t ever change."

She's perfect for me.

Chapter 20

Tessa

It's seven in the morning, and I'm tiptoeing around my house like I'm afraid my parents might catch me doing the walk of shame. But in this case, my parents are Jen, and even though I assumed she would've crashed at Harry's last night, I know she's here because her black jacket from the party is lying on the floor, along with her scattered shoes.

Zane woke me up exactly as I had hoped, with a kiss on my lips and his hands on my body.He then drove me home early so I wouldn't have to answer any questions.However, I was tempted to spend the entire morning in bed with him, reliving all the feelings he stirred in me the night before.

I'm torn about whether or not to share the details of what happened between Zane and me with Jen. On the one hand, I want to protect our secret, but Jen is my best friend, and I'm desperate to talk to her and share my happiness with her.

But the difference is that I don't know if she'll be as happy for me as I was for her and Harry. I'm afraid she'll try to convinceme that being with Zane isn't a good idea, and even though she would have a valid point, I can't stay away from him.

I lie back on my covers, looking up at the ceiling, and a smile spreads across my face when I remember how he touched me. God, his mouth—I've never experienced anything like it. But I should've expected it, given the way he kisses.

His kisses take my breath away, making my skin tingle with electricity, leaving me dizzy, drunk, and hooked on him.

There was no way I was staying there with him and not touching him. I had to touch him. Everything inside me needed to show him that I could give him exactly what he gave me, and now I'm left craving his dirty mouth, which exposed the dark corners of my mind.

I'm not sure how long my brain replays everything we did together, but I eventually drift off to sleep. A couple of hours later, I wake up with a mouth as dry as the desert and a fresh headache that I didn't have when I closed my eyes. I climb out of bed, feeling slightly fragile, and when I find Jen sitting on the couch, looking like she's been hit by a truck, I walk over to join her.

"You look awful," I tell her.

I curl up on the couch beside her, resting my head on her shoulder.

"I feel awful," she says.

"I don't feel that great either."

"Why don't you look like you belong under a rock?"

"Good genes. Where's Harry?"

"He went home an hour ago to help with the cleaning and left me to die alone on the couch."

"You didn't feel like helping him?"

"No, I didn't." I raise my head from her shoulder and laugh as she gives me the side-eye. "How did it go with Zane?"

It was the hottest, most erotic night of my life.

"It was fine."

"Just fine?"

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