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“I can’t believe I couldn’t see it right then and there.”

He went to jail for almost a whole year because he defended me. When my “boyfriend” was right beside me.

“That night, Sebastian said your dad was going to help get you out.”

He nodded.

“He was.”

My brows furrowed.

“Then what happened?”

He shrugged. “I opted to just serve my time.”

What?

Why would he do that?

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

He leaned closer over the console.

“The other option was getting out and existing where my brother was dating the girl that was nonstop in my heads for years.”

All the air felt like it rushed out of my lungs.

He chose to stay.

Locked up.

So he didn’t have to come out to the reality that was happening.

In a split second, I latched my hand on the back of his neck to push my lips on his.

The desperation flew into our mouths as we both said everything and nothing.

My hands gripped onto his silky hair as we both fought for control. But, who was I kidding?

I wanted him to have whatever he wanted.

I separated our lips for a second so I could climb over the console.

Settling onto his lap, he moved back the seat to adjust for both of us.

Even though I was definitely sore, I wanted him again.

And again.

And again.

Everyday.

I pressed my lips back onto his and reach down to open the button of his pants.