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She kisses me, an all-consuming kiss that has me groaning into her mouth and really wishing we were somewhere isolated, not pulled over on the side of a busy highway.

“Wait.” I pull back from her slightly, “What about the guy you wrapped yourself around like this in riding class?”

She rolls her eyes, “You’re an idiot. He’s also just an old friend, and I promise to tell you that story later, too, if you’ll shut up and kiss me already, Aiden.”

“Nope. Nuh-uh. It’s Ace, Honey, or husband to you.”

She scoffs and slaps my chest. “I’m not calling you husband! We’re not even dating.”

I kiss the sensitive spot right above her collarbone, “Yes, we are, Sweetheart. You’re all mine now.” I nip the same spot, making her groan, “And I don’t share.”

Our relationship is about to seriously piss some people off, but I’m done trying to fight what we have. Everyone else will have to get on board, or get fucked, because I’m choosing her for me.

I have her sitting on the trunk of my car, tongues entangled and forgetting where we are until cars passing by start honking.

“Come on, Ace. We gotta get back to Scion, we have a debrief to get to.”

Chapter thirty-one

Annalise

His. I’m his.

Gods, we have so much to work through…

“What’s going through your mind over there, Ana? I can see the wheels spinning,” he asks, a playful glint in his eyes as he kisses the back of my hand, still holding it since we got back in the car.

“Honestly? There’s a lot,” I admit.

He smirks, “Good, then we’ll have plenty to talk about until we get back to the academy. And if we don’t finish it all before we have to head out to the forest, then we can finish it all when we’re back in my bed.”

“Ohhh no. We are not staying in your room.”

“Why not? Afraid people will see you sneaking out in the morning?” he teases, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“There will be no more sneaking out. And you’re staying with me tonight because it’s easier for you to pack a bag and get ready in my room in the morning than it is for me to pack all my clothes, hair products, and makeup to take to your room for the night.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Ok, then don’t stay for one night. Stay every night.”

“Aiden, I am not moving in with you! We haven’t even been dating for ten minutes!” I protest.

He laughs, low and warm. “I’m pretty sure we’ve been dating all weekend, but ten minutes is still plenty of time to know what I want.”

I roll my eyes, but it’s useless; he sees straight through it, grinning like he actually has a shot at winning this. He doesn’t. “You’re ridiculous,” I mutter, trying not to smile.

“Maybe,” he says easily, squeezing my hand once before resting it back on his thigh.

I glance over at him. His jaw is relaxed now, eyes focused on the road, and an uncontrollable smile brightening up his face.

Then I clear my throat, “Still not moving in, though.”

He laughs again, “We’ll see,” he says, smug as ever.

“Don’t push your luck, Ace.”

“Oh, I intend to.”

I shake my head, but I’m smiling now, too.