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This was going to kill me. It was. It actually was. This was what people called obsession, and it would kill me, but I no longer cared. This would be the death of me, but if this was the it and the way to go, death could take me. In for a penny, in for a pound. It was the same to me.
Fuck it. I’d been inside her, skin to skin.
One more time?
Yes. And maybe another.
“Come home with me.” I smiled and whispered against her lips.
“Yes,” she answered, kissing me harder.
Chapter 11
Taylor
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The little blue dots jumped across the screen of my phone, and I smiled to myself.
Dylan:What are you wearing?
Taylor:What do you want me to wear?
I giggled and felt proud of myself because I really didn’t know when I’d gotten so brave.
The blue dots jumped again.
Dylan:Nothing, wear nothing.
In seconds, another message came through.
Dylan:Actually, I’m on my way over. Pack a bag.
Oh my God… I would have loved nothing more for him to come and get me and have a repeat of the weekend and day we’d had, but I couldn’t.
Taylor:I’ll come to you later. I’m still with my sisters.
My sisters were all here. All of us together like how it use to be when we’d lived with our parents.
We’d gathered in the kitchen, baking cookies while Abby filled us all in on the latest gossip. I’d snuck outside to text Dylan.
The little blue dots jumped again.
Dylan:I’ll pick you up. Wear something sexy. I think we’ll call in another field trip tomorrow.
Taylor:I can’t wait.
Oh my God, this was so crazy. It really and truly was. We’d left the office on Friday right there in the middle of the morning when we should have been working. We left, went to his gorgeous apartment near Redondo Beach, and that was where I stayed until three hours ago when he brought me home.
Three hours ago, I pitched up at the house to be confronted by both Mia and Abby, who were a mixture of worry and curiosity because no one had seen or heard from me since last week, and my excuse for not going to work today was that Dylan and I had taken a field trip. Great excuse, which I would happily use again tomorrow.
We were supposedly visiting event organizers and a few other suppliers. In actual fact, I spent the day getting up close and personal with his dick.
I sighed and shook my head at myself, bringing my hands to my cheeks. I’d lost my mind. I had. I must have because that would be the only explanation for my recklessness.
What the hell was I doing, enticing a guy who I shouldn’t be with? I wouldn’t care about things from my side because I had no stipulations in continuing this whirlwind romance, or whatever this was with him. He, on the other hand, had a lot to lose.
I would feel so bad if he got in trouble with his father, but shit… How old were we? We were adults who could do whatever we wanted. My parents wouldn’t dare exert that kind of control over me. I guess, though, that it was a little different for him.
