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“Wes,” I said. I chanted it over and over as he drove his hips against me harder and faster. I closed my eyes, nearly ready to fall over the edge again. But his hand gripped my jaw firmly.

“Open your eyes, Ada. There’s no one coming, no one to catch us. You can’t run away from me here. I want you to look at me when we come together.” I did what he said, and when I looked at Wes, he looked crazed—like he was possessed, but in the best way. I’d never seen him wild and undone, but this might have been my favorite version of him.

I felt the pressure build at the base of my spine. Wes kept his pace, knowing I was getting close. “I can feel you getting close,” he said. “Fuck, I can feel it.”

My moans were getting louder and so were his. Both of us were careening toward the edge of a cliff and we were desperate to fall. Wes kissed me sloppily and roughly, and when he bit down on my lower lip, I came. My whole body clenched and my toes curled. My moans turned into screams, and Wes started pounding into me harder and faster, racing toward the finish line, wanting to be there with me.

“Fuck, Ada” was the last thing he said before his body went still and he jerked haphazardly into me a few more times, then collapsed on top of me.

I felt his lips on my neck. “I didn’t know it could be like that,” he whispered.

“Me, either,” I breathed. I didn’t move. I wanted to cling to him and this moment for as long as I possibly could.

Chapter 21

Wes

I was halfway in love with Ada Hart, and I had no clue what to do about it. I’d known it for a while, but today I passed the point of no return. We were still in bed, tangled up in my sheets and in each other, and I would’ve stayed there for the rest of the night if I hadn’t felt her shiver against me.

Shit.

Neither of us had had a chance to shower yet. We’d been too busy getting busy, I guess. It was only a matter of time before the cold caused by the rain caught up to us.

I pulled Ada closer to me and brought my comforter up around her shoulders. I wanted to soak in as much time with her here as I could. I didn’t know when she’d let me do this again.

“Are you cold?” I asked.

“I usually am,” she said. “But yes.” Dammit. I couldn’t let her freeze to death on me.

“Ready for that bath?” I asked as I kissed her hair.

“Only if you get in with me.” Her voice was playful, and I’d only ever heard her use that voice with me. It made myheart swell. It put ideas in my head—ideas about what we were and where we were going—that would surely send her running in an instant.

To be fair, they scared me too. It was weird to feel something that you’d convinced yourself you never would.

“That can be arranged,” I said. I kissed her one more time—soft and slow—before I peeled myself out of the bed. “Stay here. I’ll get everything ready.”

Ada rolled to her side to look at me. She had her head propped on her hand, and the sheets were covering most of her body, but not all of it.

I couldn’t have dreamed her better.

The top drawer of my dresser was open, so I grabbed a pair of boxers and slid them on. I took one last look at Ada, who was smiling at me in a way that made my heart feel like wild horses in my chest before making my way to my bathroom.

The power was still out. My phone was where I’d left it on the bathroom counter, so I checked it. It was a little past eight and almost fully dark out.

I had a bunch of texts from my family. The first one was from my dad.

Dad: Came to help Hank and Teddy prep for the storm. Staying here for the time being. Be safe.

Then there were several in a group chat with my siblings.

Emmy: roll call.

Gus: Riley and I are home and safe.

Luke: Here, sugar.

Emmy: Luke, you are literally right next to me.

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