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Shame, guilt, anger, and hurt ripple through my veins.

Mia checks her watch and then looks back at me. Part of me knows she wants to stay, maybe even come back to my place just to talk in private, to be around me a while longer.

“I need to head out. This assignment isn’t going to write itself.” She shrugs on her jacket, and her scent finds its way over the table again, making my pulse pick up. She rises from her chair in a hurry and grabs her backpack, throwing it over her shoulder.

I remain seated as she comes to stand next to me, her hands dangling by her sides. Without thinking anything through, I bring mine next to hers, gently wrapping our little fingers together.

Her breath catches in her throat at the contact, causing her to pull away, and instantly, my chest shrinks at the loss.

“Bye, Jessie.”

She looks at me one last time before she takes off, leaving the memory of where it all went wrong hanging between us.

CHAPTER SEVEN

MIA

“Are you sure your dad isn’t going to be home for a while?”

“Yes. It’s Sunday, and golf takes top priority.”

“Mia, I don’t want to fuck this up. With you, with him, with us.”

Jessie pinned me against my living room wall. Well, my dad’s living room.

I was pulsing, throbbing, begging him to take me, to take my virginity and own me. God, he was sexy in all the best ways.

“You won’t. He won’t be back for hours.”

We kissed and kissed. My knees felt weak, my stomach swirled with need, and my heart raced faster than it ever had.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he whispered against my mouth between kisses as I rode his knee, desperate for more friction.

I was soaking through my jeans so badly that I should’ve been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I didn’t care. I was ready to have sex with him.

“Maybe we should’ve gone back to my place,” he said, his voice shaking with uncertainty as he took in our surroundings.

With my hand around his chin, I pulled his gaze back to mine. “Don’t overthink this. He isn’t coming home.”

“He’ll kill me if he catches me with you.”

His darkened blue eyes trailed down my body. I felt alive, possessed, and so fucking needy.

“He’ll punish you too.”

“If you don’t want me, just say it.”

My brain was in overdrive. Did he want this? He’d kept going on about my dad, but all I wanted was for him to forget and live in this moment with me. To undress me piece by piece. To slide inside me, even though I knew it would hurt. That was what I needed. Nine months of yearning, kissing, meeting up in secret, and going out on dates had led to this right here. It was my nineteenth birthday, and I wanted the best present ever. Him.

“Jessie,” I whimpered as I continued to ride his thigh.

“What do you want, Sweetheart? Me? Because I’ll gladly give you all of me.”

I melted. Right there and then against the outdated wallpaper my dad had insisted was still on trend.

“I want you,” I groaned back. “I want you to take me on my bed.”

He pulled back and looked at me seriously. He knew I’d been holding off, so for me to say this, to be so sure, it said everything.

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