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I’m not sure how long we are there in the water, enmeshed , giving ourselves to each other, healing our pasts. But when we finish it feels almost like a post-coital resurrection.

No way will it go there......Ugh, it did!
~ ~ Sam bucks wildly, climaxing for the 4th time. And now it’s my turn too.

“What I’m saying is I want you. I want you in my life. I want you to be my life. I know this has been fast but I have to consider the way I’m feeling to be a clue.” He touches my cheek with the back of his hand. “If you leave, I’ll be okay, I always am, but I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want to just be just okay anymore.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to know that you will love me the way I already love you.”

But what I know for sure is that Hugh means much more to me than what I let off to Lacey. Less than 72 hours in and I’m hooked. I can’t imagine going back to New York without him. But will he even want anything to do with me now?

Hopefully they have a Plan B pill and some antibiotics in that cabin. They did not discuss birth control or their pasts with each other... and that (totally unrealistic) action...seems like a UTI waiting to happen.

I don’t know what it is about Sam, but her touch makes me feel new. Not just her touch— what she does on her knees is mighty impressive too. But it’s more than that. I feel protective of her. More than protective— at this point I know, I cannot let her go.

I faled him in the worst possible way.” He looks up. “You know what the worst part about being tough is? About being strong? People stop asking if you’re okay. They assume that you’re fine, no matter what’s going on. They forget that you’re human.”

“He cheated? A guy with a coin collection cheated on you? And he actually found someone to cheat with?”
She nods. “It’s not even him I miss. I miss being wanted, even though he never really acted more passionate for me than I did for him . What irks me is that someone, without telling me, still found a way to show me that I’m not good enough for him. I’m not wanted. He didn’t even have the courage to tell me.”

“I stopped counting at three thousand,” he says. “Have you read them all?” He laughs again. “Afraid not, but as Umberto Eco said, who wants a library full of books they’ve already read?” I can’t believe I’m thinking it, but this appears to be a man after my own dorky heart .

Owen cheated on me. Owen’s actions said … I don’t want you. You’re not enough for me. I’m better off without you. You’re not as good as she is. She’s better in bed than you are. Okay, so that last one was in my head, mostly.