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“You say that like you didn’t reap the benefits.”

Oh, I did. Multiple, multiple times.“And now we’re cutting it close. Hence, the alarm.” I flash him my phone before dropping it at the bottom of my bag.

He scowls.

Things got so hot and heavy between us at the hotel, I’m surprised the fire department wasn’t called over.

His hunger for me is exhilarating. It makes me feel beautiful and cherished.

“Since we’re down to the last minute, I better kiss you goodbye,” he says.

Before I can respond, he pulls me to him, cups my face in his strong hands, and crushes his mouth onto mine.

My feet are no longer touching the ground.

Holy hotness.

A few people whistle around us.

I’m floating, so I don’t care if all eyes are on us.

He moans into my mouth.

Needing more, I get on the tip of my toes to match his fervor, tongue stroke for tongue stroke.

How am I going to live for the next three weeks without kissing this man?

Chapter 41

Lily

Seven days later

I’m slumped over the toilet in between puking sessions.

Once I’m no longer projecting vomit from my mouth, I attempt to straighten up from where I’m crouching, but another violent wave of nausea hits me.

Oh, God.

I manage to kneel down just in time.

With my hands cupping my tummy, I empty the contents of my stomach.

That Italian sausage pizza I had a couple days ago is doing a number on me.

Was the cheese off? The sausage?

But it was a high rating pizza joint.

Unless it was the take-out lasagna I ate last night?

Message received.

I’m steering clear of Italian food for a while.

I try to get up, but I’m hit by another wave of nausea.

I angle my body and puke my guts out.

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