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Authors: Rosalie Stanton
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looked at him all day. As though what happened hadn't meant a thing to her. As though what they'd shared was forgettable, bloodless, and wrong.
Whatever it was he'd planned was obsolete. The sparks he'd felt yesterday…yeah, those had been real enough. There was something in her kiss that could ignite the world into flames, something in her touch… God, the way she worshipped him with her mouth. Hadn't she known what that meant to him? How it changed everything, much more so than just sex ever could?
She hadn't felt like a novice testing her gag reflex when she took his cock into her mouth. It had felt like more. Heknew what it felt like, and he knew he hadn't imagined it.
It felt like…
Well, fuck. Thorn sighed hard and ran his hand through his hair. He felt royally buggered.
After tonight, everything ended. The smart sort of bloke might put an end to this miserable plan before the damage was beyond fixable.
But he never claimed himself as the smart sort…
He fought the urge to snicker. With sex involved, no man gained smarts. Toss Savannah in the mix and rational thought sprinted out the proverbial window. Too much time had passed, so much rode on the steps he took, the decisions he'd made, and what happened the next time they were together. He could lose her;fuck , he could really lose her. And if he allowed this barmy plan to bugger up their relationship, he'd never forgive himself.
Savannah in her lily-white innocence. Her methodical, clinical approach to losing her virginity. Her brilliantly flawless plan.
She would shred what remained of his lovesick heart.
Savannah's mother, Angela, would leave around five. Thorn's original plan entailed showing up an hour later with takeout and a romantic comedy to ease the mood, but nothing seemed certain anymore.
Perhaps he shouldn't have been so forward the day before, but he'd gone mad with want and not doing anything only made him antsy. He had so much he wanted to do with Savannah—to Savannah—and allowing the only chance he might have to touch and taste her slip through his fingers was out of the question. He'd had an opportunity, and he'd seized it.
He'd tasted perfection yesterday…and today she hadn't even met his eye.
Could she be ashamed? Embarrassed? Did she regret it?
Fuck, the girl drove him mad.
The silence exploded with the chime of the doorbell, shattering the quiet torment through which he'd dragged himself. Thorn inhaled sharply and craned his head toward the hall, his heart jumping clear into his throat. Only one person in the world he could think of would stand at his door.
She'd come here. She'd come to him.
“This is it, Thorn,” he murmured, thundering hard, heavy steps down the hall and to the front door. His chest ached, and his temples throbbed. He felt he'd aged eighty years over the span of two days, thanks to her wonky plan and his idiotic willingness to go forward with it, and now, standing at the end of the tunnel, he had no idea how to proceed. Either she'd come over because she wanted it over with or because she wanted to back out. Or perhaps she'd decided she needed a clean break from their relationship altogether, as what had happened yesterday had proven too heavy.
Maybe she'd realized the truth in what he'd told her from the beginning: sex mutated relationships one way or the other, and no amount of saying it would be all right would make them magically immune to change.
Thorn sighed heavily and threw the door open, a thousand defenses and rebuttals waiting on his tongue.
Everything flew away the second his gaze crashed with hers.
“Savannah?” he said quickly, hurrying forward but stopping just short of taking her in his arms. She choked a sob and shook her head, her puffy, red cheeks trembling under the weight of her tears. Every thread in his body unraveled and something within him shattered. “Savannah,
Whatever it was he'd planned was obsolete. The sparks he'd felt yesterday…yeah, those had been real enough. There was something in her kiss that could ignite the world into flames, something in her touch… God, the way she worshipped him with her mouth. Hadn't she known what that meant to him? How it changed everything, much more so than just sex ever could?
She hadn't felt like a novice testing her gag reflex when she took his cock into her mouth. It had felt like more. Heknew what it felt like, and he knew he hadn't imagined it.
It felt like…
Well, fuck. Thorn sighed hard and ran his hand through his hair. He felt royally buggered.
After tonight, everything ended. The smart sort of bloke might put an end to this miserable plan before the damage was beyond fixable.
But he never claimed himself as the smart sort…
He fought the urge to snicker. With sex involved, no man gained smarts. Toss Savannah in the mix and rational thought sprinted out the proverbial window. Too much time had passed, so much rode on the steps he took, the decisions he'd made, and what happened the next time they were together. He could lose her;fuck , he could really lose her. And if he allowed this barmy plan to bugger up their relationship, he'd never forgive himself.
Savannah in her lily-white innocence. Her methodical, clinical approach to losing her virginity. Her brilliantly flawless plan.
She would shred what remained of his lovesick heart.
Savannah's mother, Angela, would leave around five. Thorn's original plan entailed showing up an hour later with takeout and a romantic comedy to ease the mood, but nothing seemed certain anymore.
Perhaps he shouldn't have been so forward the day before, but he'd gone mad with want and not doing anything only made him antsy. He had so much he wanted to do with Savannah—to Savannah—and allowing the only chance he might have to touch and taste her slip through his fingers was out of the question. He'd had an opportunity, and he'd seized it.
He'd tasted perfection yesterday…and today she hadn't even met his eye.
Could she be ashamed? Embarrassed? Did she regret it?
Fuck, the girl drove him mad.
The silence exploded with the chime of the doorbell, shattering the quiet torment through which he'd dragged himself. Thorn inhaled sharply and craned his head toward the hall, his heart jumping clear into his throat. Only one person in the world he could think of would stand at his door.
She'd come here. She'd come to him.
“This is it, Thorn,” he murmured, thundering hard, heavy steps down the hall and to the front door. His chest ached, and his temples throbbed. He felt he'd aged eighty years over the span of two days, thanks to her wonky plan and his idiotic willingness to go forward with it, and now, standing at the end of the tunnel, he had no idea how to proceed. Either she'd come over because she wanted it over with or because she wanted to back out. Or perhaps she'd decided she needed a clean break from their relationship altogether, as what had happened yesterday had proven too heavy.
Maybe she'd realized the truth in what he'd told her from the beginning: sex mutated relationships one way or the other, and no amount of saying it would be all right would make them magically immune to change.
Thorn sighed heavily and threw the door open, a thousand defenses and rebuttals waiting on his tongue.
Everything flew away the second his gaze crashed with hers.
“Savannah?” he said quickly, hurrying forward but stopping just short of taking her in his arms. She choked a sob and shook her head, her puffy, red cheeks trembling under the weight of her tears. Every thread in his body unraveled and something within him shattered. “Savannah,
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