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I lay my hand against his chest, where the muscles areflexing beneath his taut skin.

“Are you okay?” Kellan’s voice against my mouth makes mesmile.

“I’ve never been better.”

Which is a lie. I was better when he wasn’t in my life. Butback then, I didn’t know what I was missing.

I didn’t know that the way he’d touch me would change myworld.

My legs lock at his back, pulling him deeper inside me. Hisshaft is filling me, rendering me breathless. He begins to move again and histhumb rubs that one spot that intensifies the fire within.

His hands grab my waist to direct me, and I embrace hiscadence. The first burn is gone, replaced by waves of intensity that rock mycore. His thrusts deepen, his breath on my mouth hot and heavy. The pressureinside me is growing, racing through my veins.

The light of the sun slowly fades behind my closed lids, andmy moans become choked—lost—as the pleasure he causes me rides upto new heights.

His name is on my lips as I come with our mouths locked in akiss. I can feel him stirring inside me a moment before he finds his ownrelease.

Afterwards, we lay still. Kellan’s eyes are shut, his raggedbreathing slowly coming down. I watch him, enchanted and strangely nostalgic.

This is it.

I got what I wanted the first time I set my eyes upon him. Anight with him. Only, our night together turned into a week and more momentsthat I ever dreamed of.

And nowhere near enough.

Even though we’re barely inches away, I know Kellan’s beyondmy reach.

His arms pull me close, until my head rests in the hollow ofhis shoulder. With the sun on my face, I close my eyes, enjoying the momenttogether, not knowing how many more we might have left.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

A few minutes later, after I’ve come down from my orgasm,the world seems a little less surreal. Beautiful with the lake around us, butstill less surreal. We’re not the only people in the world, but for a fewmoments, it sure felt like it.

“I’ll need to take care of some business. Will you be okayon your own?” Kellan says and disentangles himself from our embrace. I don’tlook at him getting dressed while I squeeze into my own clothes.

“Sure,” I say, infusing as much casualness into my voice asI can muster. “When will you be back?”

“Probably after the weekend.”

My heart drops.

Today is Friday. He’ll return on Monday, and I’m leavingtomorrow. Our little fuck didn’t mean anything. He made that clear right fromthe beginning. What I didn’t expect was for him to want to leave so abruptly.

A little warning would have been nice.

“So… I won’t see you again, will I?” I ask breathlessly.

He says nothing, but he doesn’t have to.

What is there to say?

A wave of disappointment—fast andall-consuming—sweeps through me, and a strange pang of pain settles in mychest.

That’s it.

The end of my vacation.

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