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I was supposed to bewitch her tonight. I should have known better.
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We showered, changed the sheets, but she was asleep before I even reached for the lamp.
I’d noticed it over the last few days—she was more tired. Slower to rise.
I placed my palm over her belly, already picturing her wearing my ring. Living in our home.
Juliette wasn’t going anywhere.
She was coming home—with me.
I smiled and moved closer, fitting my hips flush against the heat of her ass.
Mine.
I closed my eyes.
Chapter 22
Juliette
As I slowly lowered myself onto the padded seat, Cathryn’s eyes tracked me like a hawk.
I tried not to wince as I settled into the armchair.
At least the faculty room was nicely decorated—far less depressing than my last school.
I took a sip of my tea. Apparently, I had to go easy on the coffee now.
“So?” she asked, far too casually. “How is he in the sack? Kade’s got that big dick energy.”
I sprayed tea—everywhere.
Slapping my cup down, I got up to grab paper towels.
“You’re something else,” I muttered, dabbing at the mess.
“I bring joy to humanity,” she said with a smug little chuckle.
“You never answered my question.”
“And I never will,” I huffed, blotting at my blouse and cardigan like it was her fault they were soaked.
“Come on. I told you about that thing Sam does to me,” she whined.
“Against my will!” I screeched, dabbing my blouse harder.
“Damn, girl. I thought you’d be more chilled after getting some.”
I paused, a smile tugging at my lips as I remembered Kade’s impromptu confession of love.
“You will not wind me up today,” I said, tossing the paper towels in the bin and sitting down with grace.
I was taking a leaf out of Grammy’s book.
“It sure is fun trying,” she smirked, sipping her coffee.
