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Staring at the ceiling, I’m overwhelmed by everything that happened today. So much could have gone wrong after that horrid dinner, but I followed Fallon like I knew I should. And I got the girl. Now, I have to figure out a way to keep our parents from standing in our way. If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that Fallon is mine. I don’t give a damn what anyone has to say about it.

There, amidst tangled sheets and bruised hearts, Fallon and I find solace in the chaos—a love that defies reason and dares to burn.

Twenty

Fallon

Pleasure courses through mybody, making me squirm against the sheets. His raspy chuckle flutters into my ears, pulling me completely from my sleep. My eyes fly open as his hot tongue swipes through my pussy.

“Well look who decided to open their beautiful eyes finally,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh.

I groan, spreading my legs wider for him. “You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he admits, licking my clit. “You’re too hot to resist.”

I laugh, running my fingers through his thick hair. “Well, you have my full attention now. Don’t stop.”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me and making me gasp. His tongue plunges into my entrance, fucking me with it. I moan, arching my back as his fingers dig into my thighs.

“Fuck, Remy,” I breathe, feeling myself getting close.

He hums, the sound sending me over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me, making me scream his name. He doesn’t stop, licking and sucking until I’m a trembling mess. Then he begins crawling up my body, nipping and sucking along the way.

“Morning, little fox.” He’s smiling at me like a little boy who just got a present. I can feel the blush rush from my chest to my face which I blame for being so pale.

“Go on a date with me.” It’s not a question. His smoldering electric blue eyes lock onto mine, leaving no room for refusal.

“What? Really?” I ask, flustered. He can’t just spring that on me after waking me up with his tongue. I feel like my brain short circuited somewhere.

“Really,” he replies, a slow smile spreading across his face. His eyes don’t waver, locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race. “I’m not asking,” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss me. His lips brush against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Where are you taking me?” I whimper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. Remy’s grip tightens slightly, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

“You’ll see,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. “It’s a place that means a lot to me. Somewhere I’ve never taken anyone before.” My eyes shoot up, because now my interest is piqued.

“Okay.” I nod. “What do I need to wear?”

Remy’s lips curl into a teasing smile. “Something comfortable,” he replies, the hint of mystery still lingering in his voice. “And warm. It can get chilly.”

As the words leave his lips, a flutter of nervousness settles in my chest. I try to steady my breathing, but the anticipation of what’s to come makes my heart race. My mind spins with possibilities, each more intriguing than the last.

I muster a smile, hoping to hide my anxiety. “Got it,” I say, my voice betraying a slight tremor. “Comfortable and warm. I need to go back to my dorm anyways.”

“I’ll take you.” He’s off the bed the next second, throwing on some clothes.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. My car should be here anyways,” I try to say coolly. Rowyn and Lyndsy would flip out if they saw Remy drop me off. I feel like I should have told them sooner that things…escalated. I mean Rowyn knows about the game night, but she’s still worried about me. I just really don’t want the whole firing squad this early in the morning.

Remy pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What aren’t you telling me?”

I swallow hard, trying to steady my nerves. “It’s just... Rowyn and Lyndsy,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “They worry about me, and if they see you dropping me off, they’ll freak out. I don’t want to deal with that right now.”

His jaw ticks, anger flashing through his eyes. “Why don’t you want people to know about us, Fallon?” he demands, frustration evident in his tone.

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding. “It’s not that I don’t want people to know,” I say, my voice trembling slightly. “It’s just... complicated. They know your reputation and have warned me several times.” I look down at my hands wringing together in my lap. I don’t want to see his disappointment.

He stays silent for a moment, the tension hanging thick in the air. “Reputation?” he finally says, his voice calm but edged with a hint of hurt. “I didn’t realize you would be one for gossip.”

“It’s not that,” I say quickly, feeling the sting of his words.

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