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“I checked the weather app. I think it’s going to be pretty bad until at least midnight,” Ollie says.

“So we’re alone til then?” I ask.Somehow, Ollie looks even more attractive amidst the glow of a few candles.

“Well, as long as the boys don’t wake up,” he says, moving a bit closer to me.

“They won’t,” I attempt to convince him.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Was…that a guest bedroom that I saw downstairs?” he asks.

“Mhmm.”

“Maybe we should double check it’s not taking on water?”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

I hand Ollie a candle and tell him to lead the way.

I can tell he likes being in charge, so I happily follow him down the stairs. But the reality is I need a moment of privacy to quickly reapply the anti-vision spray just in case we end up touching palms if things...escalate.

Once properly coated and in the basement, I shine my phone’s flashlight at the ground.

“So, what do you think?” I ask, requesting his expert opinion. “Are the floors getting wet?”

“Moonie, there’s only one thing down here that I care gets wet—and it’s not the floors.”

Oh, HELLO.

Whatever sweet peck he put on my lips earlier tonight has now officially been replaced by a passionate, deep, tongue-filled kiss, as his mouth melds into mine. He runs his strong fingers up and down my back as I throw my arms around him, holding as much of him as I possibly can gather.

The next thing I know, he scoops me off the ground and lays me gently on the guest bed. The fact he still finds me sexy amid a ratty old t-shirt and pajama pants two sizes too big is exactly why I will re-up the cock block spray every single time, no matter how much it costs or how labor intensive it is to make.

Tops and bottoms come off the both of us as we’re sure to be extra quiet. Somewhere in between the kissing and caressing, he’s put on a condom (side note: where did that come from?) and there’s no discussion about what happens next because it’s completely, and entirely meant to happen.

He enters me and I can’t help but think that for as different as we are, we just fit. We fit in every sense of the word. A few silent thrusts later and we both climax in a way that feels like we got what was ours. Still, not a sound from the upstairs bedrooms as we slowly catch our breath and get dressed.

“I don’t know what’s in these candles of yours,” he says. “But I’m starting to think you’ve put a spell on me, Moonie Miller.”

23

Chapter Twenty-Three

I’ve been steadily seeing Ollie for a few months now—seeing all parts of him, except for our future, thank god.

That’s right. So long as I have my smudge spray on, I’ve remained vision-free, even when our fingers are interlaced and he’s pinning down my hands while rounding third base.

Even though there has been a deliberate pause on myfuturevisions with him, my new favorite hobby is replaying the past moments of him making his way between my legs on loop. Suffice to say, dating an engineer might be my biggest lifehack to date. He, himself, said that engineers have an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. I have to believe that every time we intertwine bodies, it’s his version of studying the inner workings of my…inner workings. And let’s just say, he is acing the test.

There’s a secret meet-up today for people like you,an incoming text from Angeline says as I’m just barely out of bed for the day. I rub the sleepy junk out of my eyes and read it again before replying.

What do you mean ‘people like me’?

People who have a little something extra going on. I promised that I’d keep my feelers out for someone else who was special like you. Well, I finally found him.

Him?I ask. Up until now, I assumed only females experienced Exexveei.

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