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he’s ho lding the Boston magnet . I brought it from the old apartment

and stuck it on thi s fridge whe n we moved in.
He places it back on the fridge and taps it. “Where’d you get thi s?”
I look at the magnet and then back at hi m. The last thi ng I want to
do is tell hi m tha t magnet came from Atlas on my sixteent h birthd ay.
It would onl y bring up an alrea dy sore subjec t, and I’m too ex cited for
wha t’s about to come nex t bet ween us to give hi m the na ked truth

right no w.
I shru g. “I can’t remember . I’ve ha d it forev er.”
He stares at me silent ly and then straight ens up, taking two step s
toward me. I back mysel f agains t the count er and my brea th catches .
His ha nds meet my waist and he slides them bet ween my ass and my
jea ns and pulls me agains t hi m. His mouth claims mine and he kisses
me whi le he beg ins to lower my jea ns .

Ok ay. So we’re do ing thi s right now.
His lips drag down my nec k as I kick off my sho es and then he pulls
my jea ns off the res t of the way.
I guess I can eat lat er. Chr istening the kitche n just becam e my priority.
When his mouth is back on mine, he lifts me and set s me down on
the count ert op, stand ing bet ween my knees . I can smel l the scotch on

hi s brea th, and I kind of like it. I’m alrea dy brea thi ng hea vily as hi s
warm lips slide across mine. He takes a fis tful of my ha ir and he tugs
gent ly so tha t I’m looking up at hi m.
“Naked truth?” he whi spers , looking at my mouth like he’s about to
dev our me.
I no d.
His other ha nd beg ins to slide slowly up my thi gh unt il there’ s

no where lef t for hi s ha nd to go. He slips two warm fing er s ins ide of
me, keep ing my gaze locked with hi s. I suck in a rush of air as my leg s
tight en around hi s waist. I beg in to slowly move agains t hi s ha nd ,
moani ng softly as he stares he ated ly at me.
“Where d id you get tha t magnet , Lily?”
What ?

My hea rt feel s like it beg ins beating in rev ers e.
Why do es he keep as king me thi s?
His fing ers are still moving inside of me, hi s ey es still look like they
want me. Bu t hi s han d. The ha nd tha t’s wrapped in my ha ir beg ins to