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My eyes roll back; my hips grinding against Caleb, wanting to draw this out forever.

He hammers into me, chokes out my name, and holds me flush against him as he twitches and jerks inside me.

Minutes or hours later, my heart is still pounding when Caleb kisses my throat. He’s blanketing himself over me, and I can’tstop myself from stroking his sweat-dampened back. He feels too good not to touch.

“You okay, Myers?”

“Hmm-mmm.” I yawn, eyes closed.

“You want me to move?”

I shake my head, loving how his warm breath on my throat feels like a kiss. “Don’t.”

He’s silent for so long, I assume he’s fallen asleep until he speaks. “You feel like mine.”

I blink my eyes open as he lifts his head and peers down at me through serious, but sated dark green eyes. “That’s why it’s so easy being with you. You feel like mine. Like you were always meant to be.”

I lift my fingers to his stubbled jaw, trying not to cry when he kisses my palm. “You feel like mine, too, Caleb.”

And one day soon, I’ll have to let you go, or watch you walk away from me.

Chapter 33

Reid

Five days are allI have to finish my paper, and even with Tobie’s help, I’m against the wire.

Going to watch the kids play downtown wasn’t wise. Neither was the time I’ve been spending with Caleb or Javier, but I can’t turn my back on my friends when they need me.

I crack open my second energy drink of the day, rub tired eyes from staring at my laptop screen for the last three hours, and resume typing.

The paper itself isn’t too hard. It’s all the information I have to condense and form into an argument that’s the most time-consuming part.

“Hey, Pollyanna!” A loud knock sounds on my door.

Javier.Shit.

I slam my laptop lid down and shove everything—my laptop, textbooks, and notebook— under my covers before dragging the comforter over the top and leaping to my feet as my door swings open, and Javier sticks his head in.

He gives me a once-over. “You’re not dressed.”

I glance down at my sweatpants and hoodie. “Yeah, I am.”

“No. You’re not dressed for the party, and you’re behaving strangely.” His eyes skate around my room. “You’re up to something.”

“I’m just hanging out. What party?”

“Thefrat party. It’s a big one, so it’s a good op to play fake boyfriend.”

It’s been a while since we hit a party. Tobie isn’t a fan of them. Neither is Caleb. I don’t mind them when I’m not behind on an important paper.

Jay was the one pushing us to go to this party to show her that frat parties, as messy as they are at times, can also be fun.

“Play?” It hasn’t felt like play since we started this thing.

He rests his hip on the doorframe and crosses his arms. “Has she said what she’ll do when the ex comes crawling back?”

I shake my head. “She doesn’t believe it’ll happen.”

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