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And for the entire rest of the night, Anderson is nevernottouching me.
I’m never not touching him.
Whether it’s his arm hung over my shoulder as we make our way out of the venue after the concert, or the way he leads me into the car with a hand on the small of my back, or his palm splayed on my thigh while we drive to the after party.
There’s a little voice in the back of my head, reminding me how bad of an idea it is to blur these boundaries.
Especially if I let myself remember that I haven’t gotten my period yet.
And if I don’t get it by tomorrow, that means I’m late.
And I’m never late.
And the last person I slept with is the man I’m marrying tomorrow.
CHAPTER 29
ANDERSON
“Ava.”Her name falls from my lips, slowly and deliberately, as the door to our hotel room clicks shut behind me.
It’s just the two of us now.
No more friends surrounding us. No need to lose ourselves in a crowd of strangers at the concert or the party after.
We don’t have to pretend anymore.
Pretend that we’re in love.
Pretend that we’re just a happy couple getting married tomorrow.
Pretend that tonight was for anyone else but us.
I gently guide her to the wall, just inside. Pressing my arm above her head, caging her in. My other hand finds her neck, her hazel eyes boring into mine. “What are we?” The words come out as a whisper, and I can barely hear them above the beating of my heart.
I’ve been working myself up to say these three words to her since she came out of the bathroom before the concert, making all my dreams come true.
Claiming me as hers.
It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.
She tries to shake her head, avoid the pleading I can feel in my gaze, but I don’t let her.
I cup her jaw, not too tightly. She could step out of his grip if she wanted to—I would let her without a second thought.
But she doesn’t.
“You can’t tell me what happened between us tonight was just for show,” I say carefully.
“It’s cute that you think it was anything worth mentioning,” she quips, holding her chin high in defiance, and I feel my dick twitch.
“God, I love it when you’re mean to me.”
She rolls her eyes, but her lips curve in that smirk I love so much. The one that looks like she’s holding herself back from actually letting herself enjoy something, as if she needs to be the one who keeps hold of the control, for the sake of everyone else. “Keep it in your pants, sunshine.”
She playfully swats at my chest, but I don’t back away. She doesn’t push me away either.
“Are you going to answer my question?” I ask again.
