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We’re each eating the other’s moans down. I would be okay to survive on only his. Fuck food, give me Bohdi.

His hips move underneath me, and I start grinding onto him. The friction of his hard cock nestled under me sends shivers through me. I feel his hand roam down my arm, getting pleasure out of the goosebumps he’s inflicting on me.

Bohdi pulls away from my lips, and I let a little cry out. “Feeling the way your body reacts to me after all this time is so very telling, August.” His breath cascades over my lips as I try to capture his once again. Needing them back on mine, but he won’t allow me.

He pulls me further toward him, his mouth finding my neck, licking and sucking the skin. I grind myself harder into him.

His tongue travels from my collarbone to my earlobe, leaving a hot, wet trail in his wake.

Licking my bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth, I moan out, letting my hand roam up his arm that’s lined with bulging veins, until I fist a handful of his hair, rejoicing in the feel of the soft pieces that slip through my fingers as I run them through.

Bohdi pulls on my earlobe before running his tongue around the shell of my ear. “I’ve dreamed about you more than I want to admit. You’d haunt me,” he whispers into my ear, making me mewl. “I’d still welcome those dreams every time.”

He finds my lips once again and I give them to him freely. Our bodies grind together; the sensation is crazy, waking something up that’s been dormant for so long.

I move Bohdi with me, us both now leaning up, our mouths still connected, and my grinding becomes faster.

Letting my lips free, Bohdi moves to my chest, kissing his way down to my breast until each hand is cupping one, before he brings my right nipple into his mouth, sucking before adding pressure with his teeth.

“Oh, God,” I pant out. My hips move faster, his buck under me.

Bohdi applies more pressure, and that’s my undoing. I orgasm. “I’m coming,” I call to him.

Freeing my nipple, “Fuck, August.” His hands come around my back, pulling me to his chest, squeezing me to him, and he bucks even faster.

“Fuck!” he calls out, coming himself. His movement becomes jerky.

We both hold each other, panting, until Bohdi lies back on the sofa, bringing me with him. I nestle my head on his chest; a small smile plays on my lips as my finger caresses over them.

“You have me coming in my pants like I’m a teenager again, August.” He kisses the top of my head.

I giggle, but don’t reply. The orgasm acts like my own sleeping medicine.

CHAPTER TWENTY

August is my own magnet, drawing me to her. I didn’t know where I was going until I turned in her driveway, and I knew I had to tell her what’s been going on. I didn’t tell her about my family, and the reason Molly became my fiancé. That’s for me to fix. I don’t want to lay that burden on anyone else, because ultimately, it’s mine.

The way her lips melded with mine, as if they were made perfectly for me, when they touched, all these flashbacks hit me at once. Our first kiss on the beach as the waves rocked us back and forth. And the night before everything blew up. That one was earth-shattering and held what was to come. Same people, two totally different ends of the spectrum. And tonight, that one held regret, need, and uncertainty from both of us.

My finger lightly skims her back up and down her spine. She’s laying on my chest, bare chested and sleeping. Her breaths shallow.

Leaning my nose down to her hair, I breathe her in. My eyes roll back into my head. That smell that only August has. It’s a mix of her own body’s making and the coconut-and-vanilla shampoo she’s always used. I grin, knowing she’s still using it. Because that smell could bring me out of a coma. It smells likehome. Fuck, so long since I’ve smelled it, I want to cry. But I force my eyes shut, kissing her head.

I never thought she’d be back here, that I would see her again. It’s been every single candle I’ve blown out on the eight birthdays she’s missed. She’s been my wish. The only time I would let myself think about her is when I’d wish for her, and only then.

I’ll be thirty-two in six months, and I wonder if she’ll continue to be my wish, or will there be another one?

I don’t fall asleep; I lie there all night with August in my arms. How can I sleep when she’s right here with me? I would feel like I’m missing out if I did.

The sun rises, illuminating the morning, erasing the night before.

Rubbing August's hair, I whisper, “Aug, wake up.”

She starts to wiggle awake and also wakes something else up on me. Pursing my lips, “Hey. I have a very important meeting at ten thirty.” I tell her, laughing to myself because she’s my important meeting.

Groaning, I watch her eyes peek open before she slowly rises from my arms. The last thing I want to do is let her go, but I do. I see the look on her face. She's already asking herself what the fuck she did. I can see the war that awoke with her.

August doesn’t leave the sofa; she just sits on the small amount of cushion peeking out from under me.