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“I’m coming. Yessss. So good.” Capri’s body comes to life, vibrating through her orgasm. I pepper kisses along her slender neck and touch the planes of her back with the palm of my hands. “Good girl,” I say, praising her for doing everything I asked. “You take me so well.”

“I’ve missed you so much, Jones.” The emotion in her voice is consuming. We’re getting closer than we ever imagined, and we don’t have a plan.

I’m not sure how this can end well.

Once we’ve both settled, the air feels heavy, filled with sex and uncertainty. “It’s a good thing you’re stuck with me now, huh?” I say.

I’ll save the analysis till morning.

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CAPRI

“I’m soglad you decided to come!”

I circle the small boutique, struggling to find a dress I feel comfortable in. “Yeah, well, I need to convince Mom I’ve moved on somehow,” I tell Collie.

She pulls out a short red dress and holds it in front of her. “What about this one?”

“Too much ass. It’s a wedding, Cols.”

“This one?” She switches to a creamsicle orange one that looks stunning against her golden skin.

“That’s the one,” I say with a grin, causing Collie to smile wide.

“Perfect!” she exclaims. “Now, go try these on.” She hands me a stack of six dresses and ushers me into the changing room.

I hate shopping. Not because I don’t have style; I do. I just haven’t been happy with my body for so long that it’s always felt like a chore to shop. Being with Jones has definitely helped with my self-confidence, though.

I gravitate toward the black one because when in doubt, go with black. It’s slimming. I open the curtain to show Collie what I’m working with. “Seriously?” she says. “We’re not heading to the morgue, Capri. Let’s see some color.”

“I’m regretting inviting you,” I tell her, flinging the curtain shut and changing.

“You love me.” She laughs. “Okay, back to Mom.”

I groan. “What about her?”

“You told her you had a date. Does that mean you asked Jones?”

I may have told a little white lie to my mom. But I’m annoyed with how relentless she’s been about me dating. I know she’ll be upset if I tell her I’ve been seeing someone and never told her. But then again, she’s already upset thinking I’m not seeing anyone.

I can’t win with her.

So, I told her I was bringing a date to shut her up and convince her I’ve moved on.

She doesn’t need to know that I actually have.With Jones.

“I mean, not exactly.” I walk out in a pink dress.

“God, no,” Collie says in disgust. “You look like fucking Pepto. Next.”

I roll my eyes. “I still need to ask him.”

“Why haven’t you yet? The wedding is next weekend.”

Because he leaves in less than a month and I’m panicking.

We’ve been so lost in each other this past week, I feel like I’m living this fantasy that’s not my own. I forget about time when we’re together, and at this stage in our relationship, although nothing has been defined, there’s unease in that.

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