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One of Eddie’s hands slides down from my breasts, down my stomach, finding the spot between my legs. The spot that is aching for him, even when it shouldn’t be.

“Eddie,” I whisper through a moan as his finger finds the most sensitive part of me, circling mesmerizingly slow yet perfect at the same time, making me forget how to speak.

“Eddie,” I say again, trying to see through this cloud of pleasure. “We have to stop or he’ll hear us.”

His fingers move further towards my entrance while his free hand over up my chest to my neck, stopping for a moment. “Or you can be a good girl and stay quiet.”

He presses two fingers into me, swiftly and easily, wet from the shower and from the moments before. At the same moment he covers my mouth with the hand that was on my neck just in time to smother the moan that escapes me, seconds before he picks up speed, and I come undone.

Chapter 42

Mia

We’re on the way to Eddie’s mother’s house, and saying that I am nervous would be an understatement because I have so many feelings floating through me right now. I can’t keep them straight.

After sneaking out of Eddie’s apartment yesterday, making sure my brother didn’t realize I was there, I headed home to get ready for dinner with Drew and Annie, and I wasdyingto tell someone what happened by the time I got there. I was barely inside Annie’s apartment before completely unloading what the hell happened.

“Your brother caught you guys?!” Annie exclaimed, freezing mid-wine pour.

“In the shower?!” Drew added, her glass frozen a few inches from her mouth.

“No!” I clarified for them the events that took place from the mud at the dog park to him telling me about his mom and sisters to how we eventually ended up in the shower.

“You guys need to get your shit together,” Annie said, sliding the very-filled glass of wine over to me.

“Yeah, maybe fooling around in the shower of the same apartment your brother lives in was not the best idea,” Drew said with a shrug.

“I know. Never again,” I concluded.

I felt better after talking to them, feeling a little guilty to pile on the secrets they are also keeping from Mateo, but Ineededto tell someone.

The subject changed to me meeting Eddie’s family, and I told them that I was more excited than nervous. They both smiled saying that the nerves would come, but I left Annie’s apartment that night feeling much lighter than when I got there.

Friends like Annie and Drew have that effect.

But now, on the way to Eddie’s mother’s house, there are nerves, just like Annie and Drew said there would be.

Who wouldn’t be nervous to meet their boyfriend’s mom?

Boyfriend?Is he my boyfriend? One more thing to think about right now.

Aside from the nerves, my mind is swirling with the possibilities of how tonight could go. What if they hate me? What if I don’t live up to their expectations? What if they find me annoying and too chatty or weird and too quiet? What if I tell a stupid joke or if I make a stupid comment? The questions are endless and when I think of one, it sparks another.

There is also this odd feeling in my chest, like a weight that makes my breathing come in shallow. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but it won’t go away.

I feel a hand squeeze my thigh. “Come back to me, baby.”

I turn to see Eddie, one hand on the steering wheel and one on my leg. His hair is slightly wet, making my stomach flip at the thought of our stolen moment in the shower yesterday.

He has on a black bomber jacket over a white t-shirt, his gold chain peeking out, unintentionally matching my black long sleeve tucked into a pair of white jeans.

It is unusually cool for an August night, the wind coming in from the window making the end of my ponytail whip against my neck.

“Sorry,” I mutter. “Just a little nervous.”

“I told you. They’re going to love you. I’d tell you that you have nothing to worry about, but I know that beautiful brain of yours loves to worry.” I turn my head and match the smile he is giving me with one of my own. He knows me so well. “So, I’ll just hold your hand,” he adds.

The rest of the ride, we listen to my “On Repeat” playlist on Spotify, and I can’t help but smile at the fact that I have one, meaning I’ve been actually using my Spotify enough for it to curate a playlist based on all the random music I’ve been listening to.

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