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She lifts her head, her lips finding mine, and our tongues tangle as the orgasm takes over the movement of my body, building and cresting in a massive explosion of white light. I shout my release as I pour myself into her, sealing the reality I’ve known for a long time but still can’t admit out loud.

I love Lilah Stevens.

CHAPTER 10

LILAH

Nana Sahib, Kanpur, and the Controversial Massacre That Shocked Britain

The Siege of Delhi (1857): The Most Important Battle of the Uprising

Bahadur Shah Zafar and the Revival of the Mughal Empire During the Rebellion of 1857

The Meerut Mutiny and the Capture of Delhi: How the Rebellion Began

Istretch across the bed, searching for Evan—something I found myself doing several times throughout the night—the soreness of my muscles serve as a reminder of how each time we came together through the night was just as explosive as the first time. But also more. More connection, more emotion, more…

Love?

No. It can’t be. We only came clean about not hating each other a week ago. And, sure, we’ve spent almost all our days and nights together since then, but love? It’s too soon. Even if the warmth blooming in my chest where my heart beats calls me out.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

My hand drifts to the cool sheets of the bed instead of encountering the warm body I’m intimately familiar with.

I lift my head. “Evan?”

My voice is hoarse and rough to my own ears, and I wince and clear my throat before my attention catches on the spare notebook from my kitchen that’s now sitting on the nightstand on his side of the bed.

Princess,

You have no idea how hard it was to drag my sorry ass out of bed and not wake you up with my dick sheathed in that sweet little pussy. Later. ;) But I had to take care of something important this morning and didn’t have the heart to wake you. I’ll be back later and will tell you more then.

Evan.

How can a handful of lines scribbled almost illegibly across the page contain so much dirty talk along with the sweetest sentiments? Dropping my head to his pillow, I breathe deeply, catching notes of his scent—the blend of citrus and spices is uniquely him. My need for him swamps me, and I groan.

Whatever he’s doing must be important if it pulled him from me without even a goodbye. He said he’d tell me later, so whatever it is isn’t a secret. But what on earth would drag him out after only a few hours of sleep?

My phone buzzes on my nightstand, and I roll over, clutching Evan’s pillow to my chest, and pick it up. There’s a message in the band’s group text.

Chris

We have a meeting at Cornerstone in two hours.

Finn