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out at the beach. The door was cracked open, and the ocean’s gentle roar seemed to have him hypnotized. I watched him for a minute, wondering what he was thinking. As if he could sense my observation, he turned and came toward me. The look in his eyes was troubled, and I wondered if his emotions matched my own conflicting feelings.
    “Are you okay?” I asked.
    “Yeah, I’m okay. Just thinking.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, and I curved my body around him, amazed by how much better I felt once we were touching.
    “About what?”
    “Honestly?” he asked.
    “Honestly,” I replied.
    He sighed and seemed to contemplate his next words. “You. My girlfriend. How different things might be if something had happened between us back in Atlanta.”
    “We’ll never know how things would have worked out. But even if we had hooked up, I would have never let you turn down the chance to come out here. I know how much you wanted it.” I laced my fingers through his, watching him study our hands.
    “I know. That’s one of the things I like about you. Most women would have a meltdown if their boyfriend wanted to move across the country. But you would have made me go, even if it meant losing me. The girl I’m with now, if I told her I had to move back to Atlanta, she’d be so pissed.”
    My disdain for this girl was immediate, but I calmly said, “Well then, maybe she’s not the right girl for you.”
    “I know she’s not the right girl for me. I knew the instant I saw you at lunch. She’s never made me feel the way I feel when I’m with you.” My heart leapt into my throat, and when he turned to face me, I was certain he could hear my heart pounding in my chest. “I don’t mean to freak you out or anything, it just made me realize I shouldn’t be with her.”
    I wasn’t sure what to say. Part of me was thrilled to know he’d be dumping this bitch, but the other part wondered where we’d go from here. As much as I liked him, I couldn’t imagine starting a long distance relationship with him now. And what about Jamie? I’d only just begun picturing my future with him, but I could already imagine a life with Austin, and this night was making that life seem very appealing.
    Thankfully, he didn’t seem to expect an answer from me, because he lifted the covers and slid back into bed. Arm around my waist, he fit me against his body, tucking my head under his chin. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered.
    “Sweet dreams,” I murmured back.

    H IS HAND ON my back pulled me from sleep. Deep indigo morning light seeped through the windows, and the first thought in my mind was that we didn’t have much time left. We were still pressed together, sleep unsuccessfully separating our bodies. The look on his face reflected my feelings, and as he traced his fingers up my spine, I closed my eyes against the wave of emotions that rolled through me. Lust, sadness, worry, hope, more lust. His mouth covered mine, gentle at first, intensifying as the blood racing through our veins awakened our bodies. He shifted on top of me, hips between my thighs, and locked his mouth on mine. He was already hard, and I was aching for him, wet and waiting. It was like my body knew what was coming before I’d even woken up.
    He drifted down, taking one rosy nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue in slow circles around the tight peak. Moving lower, he kissed my belly button as he made his way to settle between my thighs. I ran a hand through his hair, moaning in anticipation of his lips on the most sensitive part of my body. When his mouth connected with my clit, I almost lost my mind, gasping for air as he flicked his tongue over the bundle of tiny nerve endings. Without warning, I came hard, bucking my hips while he palmed my ass and held me tightly to his mouth. Once my spasms died down, I rested my hand on his head, his lips drifting along the inside of my thigh. “That was incredible,” I mumbled.
    “Good,” he replied, grinning as