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“First promise me you won’t stop,” she says. “Because it feels good, too.”

“I promise. Hold on.” I flip us around so she’s on top of me. It will be easier for her this way. She can control everything—how hard, how fast, how deep. And apparently, she’s totally on board with that.

“Oh my God, Brady,” she gasps, grinding against my body. “That’s fucking incredible.”

“You’re fucking incredible.”

Her hair falls down around us, a curtain of lavender waves and coconut scent that makes me feel like I’m in another world. Her heat and softness, her curves and warm citrus girl smell are all around me, right where I’ve always wanted them, ever since I first sat with her at Finnegan’s. Before that, even—sitting behind her in class, watching her long fingers type, staring at her profile, listening to her make the Socratic method her bitch. That girl is in my bed right now.

And I love her.

The realization almost makes me simultaneously have a heart attack and come, neither of which would be ideal at this moment. A well-timed groan from Angie snaps me out of it.

“Brady,” she whimpers.

“Is it hurting?”

“Yes. No. Oh my God, I think I’m going to come.”

“You’re definitely going to come, princess. I’ll make sure of it.”

I grasp her hips to help her, and she clutches my shoulders. Her face is so beautiful—flushed and intense as the pleasure builds up in her. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted. I realize I’ve never watched her come.

“Open your eyes,” I say, grasping her chin. She does, and I watch them as she comes, see the gold expand as her pupils contract in the light, brush my thumb across her lower lashes and then down to the lip she nearly bit clean through when I shoved my dick into her like an idiot.

I finally let myself go, gripping her hair, kissing her lips, groaning into her mouth. After a minute or two of just lying there wrapped up in Angie, slowly stroking her hair from crown to ends, I turn us onto our sides and cradle her soft, beautiful body against mine.

“Can we do that again?” she asks, her breath soft and warm on my neck.

I smile. “We can do that all night if you want.”

“We’ll both be zombies tomorrow,” she says. “Everyone will look at us and know.”

“Everyone will look at us and know because I won’t be able to keep my eyes or hands off you. Baker will call on me and I’ll be like, ‘Sorry, Professor, I was staring at Ms. Pines, and I can’t think of anything but the smell of her skin, so I’ll have to pass today.’”

She laughs and presses herself closer to me. I anchor a leg around hers.

Well, my distraction technique is certainly working, and I’ve begun to redeem myself in the sex department. Now that all is about as right with the world as it can be, given the circumstances, I start to fall asleep.

“Angelina Pini.”

I blink awake at the sound of her whisper. “Ange?”

“My real name is Angelina Pini.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Angela

I wanted to tell Brady my name even though it was a shortcut to a dead end. He can search my name on the internet now, find out everything about me and where I came from, but I don’t care. I didn’t owe him that truth; it was just a gift, something to make up for not letting him in on the whole virginity thing.

Over the next few weeks, I drop other facts into his lap, out of the blue, without warning. Stupid things that don’t make a difference one way or the other, but they’re pieces of me that I don’t think he already knows.

“I have a dog.”

“My cousin taught me how to drive, but I’ve never had a license.”

“Everyone back home knows me as Lina.”

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