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“Declan, I—” Her words fizzle away when I tug her swollen clit between my teeth.

She tightens around my fingers, thighs twitching as she barrels toward an orgasm.

“Oh.”The word is breathy, and full of desire, and it’s all it takes for my orgasm to race through me. I spill into my boxers, but don’t falter on my pace.

I groan against her, and she flies off the handle and rides through her pleasure. I don’t stop until she’s fully sated and falls limp against the sheets. Her chest rises and falls at a rapid pace.

She cracks an eye open, and her hazel iris shines. “Holy shit.” Her hair is plastered to the side of her face, and she shoves it away. “Five stars.”

“Did you just rate my performance?” A surprised laugh escapes me, but when I shift, I’m reminded of the orgasm coating my boxers, and I force away the slight discomfort.

“Yes.” She smiles brightly. “I’ll even give you a sticker later for your hard work.” She pushes onto her knees and crawls across the bed, eyes locked on me. Her hands reach out toward my waistband. “My turn,” she says, tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Yeah, you don’t need to worry about that,” I admit.

Her brows furrow, and her eyes dart down to where my hand covers my crotch.

“Did you just—”

“Come in my pants from eating you out?” Her eyes widen, “Yeah.”

Her features are stunned, before she lets out a booming laugh and falls back onto the sheets, kicking her feet. “You know how to make a girl feel special,” she forces out between giggles. “I might have to lower your rating.”

“Don’t you dare.” I leap on top of her, peppering her face in kisses as she wiggles beneath me.

The air quiets, and she rolls her lips between her teeth. “Did you need to go change?”

She’s deriving far too much enjoyment from my predicament. I roll my eyes, but slip out of her room to change into the extra pair of shorts I have in my workout bag. When I return to the room, her gaze roams over my chest, and she’s changed into a pair of pajamas. Another purple set, this time with unicorns and rainbows on the fabric.

I lift a brow. “Nora also has a pair. They’re all that’s clean.”

“Very cute.”

She lifts the covers, and I slide in beside her, settling into the mattress. There’s something incredibly mundane about our night. Clean up the house. Have some fun. Fall asleep beside each other.

I could spend the rest of my life completing the simple tasks with her.

She nestles against my chest, and my breathing slows as sleep starts to drag me under. When I’m on the cusp of oblivion, she presses something tacky on my forehead.

Her chest rumbles with laughter as I peel the sticker off. It’s a small teal circle with three gold stars at the center and “good work!” written along the top. On the quote, she added with Sharpie a small carrot that adds “tongue” to the phrase.

“You think you’re real fucking funny, don’t you?” Her responding cackle in answer enough. I press the sticker to the headboard. “Goodnight, Adeline.”

“Goodnight.”

She falls asleep on my chest, and for the first time in a long time, it feels like I’m home.

CHAPTER 20

Little Things – One Direction

Addie

Therushofwaterjolts me awake, and I scramble upright. My first thought is that Nora is in the kitchen, and last time she was left unsupervised, she flooded the floor because she couldn’t reach the faucet to turn the water off.

I take a breath as my sleep-rattled mind catches up.

Nora’s not here to flood the apartment.

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