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But there’s nothing to be done about that. No point in even thinking about it.

There isn’t, right?

CHAPTER 10

TRENT

Sara and I spend the rest of the day making love.

I say “making love” because that’s how it feels. All my hookups before this were truly just sex. Sex with no feelings beyond simple lust.

It was fun, but it wasn’t fulfilling like this.

But that’s no surprise. Everything’s always been better with Sara. We know each other’s dreams and histories and family connections. We’ve memorized favorite foods and the names of each other’s childhood pets.

And now we know each other’s bodies with the same sort of intimacy.

“Holy shit.” She flops on her back with a sigh and a giggle at the end of our fourth round of lovemaking. Turning to face me, she smiles with her whole entire face. “So that was doggy style, huh?”

“How’d you like it?” I roll to my side, brushing the hair from her cheek. “Was it what you imagined?”

“Better.” She grins, her cheeks flushed with exertion and maybe a touch of self-consciousness. She nibbles her lip and I already love whatever’s about to come out of her mouth.

“I’m wondering something.”

I smile. “Fire away.”

All day, she’s hit me questions like I’m some sort of sexual expert. It’s the one perk we’ve found to the secret sex life that’s shamed me for years.

“Um, okay.” She nibbles her lip again so I kiss her to make her go easy on her mouth. “Would you say your balls are bigger than average?”

A startled laugh rips out of me. “Uh, well, I haven’t exactly studied a lot of guys’ balls.” I order myself not to wince. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I noticed when you’re fucking me like that, they kinda swing forward and slap on my clit.” She giggles and blushes again. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I just said that.” She covers her face with her hands. “Who is this woman talking about balls and clits and?—”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” She’s so fucking cute when she’s like this. Peeling her hands off her face, I gently kiss each of her knuckles. “I love that we’re able to talk about this stuff now.”

“Me, too.”

“Is the ball-slapping thing a problem?”

“No!” She giggles again. “It’s great. I honestly came just from that.”

“I love it.” And I love how responsive she is. Maybe it’s Sara, or maybe it’s just how things are when there’s love involved.

But I can’t get carried away here. Love is one thing, but it’s still not enough. The future we dreamed of together isn’t one that I’m able to provide.

Maybe sensing my somber mood, Sara covers her breasts with the sheet. “My mom called this morning.” Wincing, she squeezes her eyes shut. “I’m sorry. That was awkward, huh?”

“It’s okay.” She’s close with her parents. It’s one thing I’ve always admired about her. “What did she say?”

When she opens her eyes, she looks guilty. “She’s accepted thefact that there won’t be a wedding, but she’s asking about other options for the future.”

“Options?” I’m playing dumb. Stalling, I guess. I’m not sure what I can tell her. Every possible combination of words will just hurt her.

We don’t want the same things.

You’re the most amazing woman in the world, but I still can’t marry you.

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