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I’d always been Colin’s.
And he’d always been mine.
My heart had probably always known that even though my brain had rejected it for years.
My core clenched hard around his cock, and my climax consumed me.
I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming his name.
I let go completely, trusting this man that I loved to catch me when I finally fell back to Earth.
Colin followed me over the edge, but he did catch me, and then he rolled and pulled me on top of him.
“You need to stay here more often,” Colin said in a graveled voice. “I’m not sure I can stay out of your bed this long again.”
I didn’t want to be separated from him, either.
I had no idea what we were going to do when we were across the country from each other.
“Maybe you should invite us to spend the night more often,” I suggested as I ran my hand down his chest.
“You can stay here every damn night,” he grumbled. “I want you here, Emma.”
I laughed. “Do you want me to pack our stuff and move Wren and me into your place?” I teased.
“Yes,” he said in a completely serious tone.
He sounded so disgruntled that I stroked my hand over his jaw soothingly.
The two of us were in a totally hopeless situation at the moment, and it was wearing on me, too.
Wren would be going back to school soon, and Colin couldn’t stay in Cherry Cove forever.
His entire life was in California, and he’d already stayed way longer than he’d initially planned.
“I’ll tell Wren that we can stay here until she starts school,” I offered.
“I’m pacified,” he agreed. “For now.”
I snuggled against him. “For now?”
“I meant what I said, Emma. This isn’t going to be over for us. Even when I have to go back to California. I do have to get back to California because I have responsibilities there, but this isn’t over. We’re not over.”
Tears filled my eyes. “I don’t want it to be over.”
Colin and I had walked away from each other once.
Now that he was back in my life, I knew it would shatter my heart to do it all over again.
Chapter 26
Marshall
“You’re actually hacking into a site,” Wren accused in an awed voice close to my ear early the next morning.
I slammed my laptop closed and turned to see my daughter leaning over my shoulder while I was working.
Fuck!What was she doing up at this hour? Didn’t teenagers usually sleep late?
