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When we get there, Nil barely gets the door shut before I grab him with one hand on his jacket.
My other hand’s in my back pocket. Fingers around two pills that I take out and lift one to my lips—
“Stan.” Nil’s hand cuffs around my wrist, faster than a blink.
I jerk to a stop, heart pounding like I just got caught doing something illegal. Which, okay, maybe I did.
“What the hell is that, Stan?”
I don’t even look at the pills. I look at him. His eyes are more black than blue, which means danger’s ahead. And I’msointo it. “It’s Em’s remixed Kys.”
“What?” His eyes widen. “How?”
“Babe, c’mon, do you know how easy it is to hack those doors open?”
He lets out a long sigh.
“These pills help.” The words rush outta me. “You move like the coma never happened. And fuck, I just want you like that, okay? Is that really a crime?”
“Em stopped giving these out for a reason.” His grip loosens. His hand slides up my chest. “We’re fine without it, Stan.”
I shove the pills back into my pocket. His hand on my chest is making my heart somersault. So yeah, fuck the pills. Don’t care. Want sex. Wanthim.
With a swift kick to close the door, I jump on him and kiss him harder.
He grips my waist, keeping me from folding over. I break the kiss to breathe him in.
“You’re stuck with messed-up me,” I mumble, words tumbling out raw and reckless. “For-fucking-ever, babe.”
He’s smiling a little when he stands back. His blue eyes are on me like they’re studying every bad bone in my hot bod. But he goes in for another kiss. “I know,” he murmurs into the kiss.
That’s all he says. And somehow it makes my knees go weak.
I latch onto him, breathing him in like oxygen. My heart’s racing like crazy.I’mcrazy. But he’s staying right here, giving me kisses, even after I tried to shove Kys back into our system.
I pull back to breathe but still crowd his space. My hands slide down his sides to check if he’s still real. Really with me.
My eyes trace every beautiful, breathtaking thing about him. His brown hair. His blue eyes. His heavy eyelids, looking so damn sexy. His rosy lips are parted a little, swollen a lot, and beggin’ for more kisses. But then my gaze goes down to his neck, where his collar is full of my…fucking snot and tears.
I throw my head back, groaning. He asks me what’s wrong. I tell him there’s dirt on his shirt. ‘Cause there is from the greenhouse too, okay? I’m notlying. I’mhidingthe fact that I smeared my nasty nose on my man. That wasnotwhat I wanted to rub all over him.
Nil slips his shirt off.
Holy hell. My head snaps back into place, my eyes taking in the lines of his lean muscles. He’s so damn sculpted and perfect. All that clean Kys and the gym for a week did a number on him. My dick twitches with thoughts about it.
Without a word—because what even are words when this hottie’s right in front of me—I drag him toward the bathroom that’s between our room and Em’s. It’s shared, but am I gonna care if Em happens to hear?
Hell no.
I’d send her a handwritten letter by owl if I had to make it happen. That’s like, one of my top ten sex fantasies. A threesome with these two? I’d be in damn heaven.
But right now, I’m gonna fulfill a few of my other fantasies. Me about to blow Nil? Check. Prep for shower sex? Check. Ready to dick him down? Check, check, check.
“Stan?” Nil sounds genuinely confused. He’s my soulmate. He should be able to read my mind.
“C’mon, babe.” I throw a grin his way while I kick my pants down. It snags at my shaft, but I manage to peel them off from all the practice we’ve been doing. “You’ve got some stuff from the greenhouse in your hair. Need to wash it off.”
