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It pushes me over the edge.

Pleasure spills through my body as I come.

She holds me as I fill her.

We stay locked together. We stay a sweaty, breathy mess.

I stay hers.

And she stays mine.

Chapter Forty-One

Walker

I wake up empty.

She's still burnt into my brain.

No, it's worse. My sheets smell like her. I can still taste her on my lips, feel her under me, hear her groaning my name.

I still want to wipe away every bit of pain in her eyes.

I still need her like I need oxygen.

My morning routine does nothing to wipe Iris from my brain. There's coffee in the carafe, my favorite French Roast.

The present is there, on the counter.

There's a note under it.

The ball's in your court. Call me if you want to talk. Or "not talk."

I don't know how to sign this,

Iris.

It's rambling, nervous, perfect.

I stare at the shiny silver bag for a long time. Eventually, I pick out the tissue paper.

It's a signed copy of Saga.

I hate that it's perfect.

I hate that I want to call her and beg her to come over.

Stay in my bed all day. Let's forget the world. Let's forget everything.

Just be here.

Just be mine.

* * *

There.

Almost.


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