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for a pillow to support my matching faster and deeper thrusts. I couldn’t deny the urge I had to drive myself deeper still into her core, letting my cock explore ever inch it could reach. I couldn’t get enough.
    Ava whispered my name, her voice choked and breathless, and I felt her fluttering around me, gripping me tight, legs wrapped around my hips in an effort to pull me even harder into her. “Yeah, take me home, Cowboy,” she whispered into my ear.

    5 hours ago…
    M y fingers slid through Ava’s hair, carding between strands. Her head was tucked under my chin, and she stroked her fingertips lazily over my chest.
    “I just…,” she said softly, her voice half asleep. “I used to have it all figured out, you know? My career was going a certain way, and now….”
    I hugged her close, feeling a tightening in my chest when she talked about her asshole ex-boyfriend/manager. I couldn’t believe he’d done that— leaked those pictures of her. That must have been what the frat guys had been talking about. I had done some shitty things in my life, but that was reprehensible.
    “And now?” I asked, surprising myself with the gentleness in my tone.
    “And now I... it’s like someone else decided what kind of person I am, and that person... doesn’t fit the career plan.”
    She curled closer to me, and I pressed my lips to her temple. “Who says you have to be what they say? Isn’t that how you got here in the first place?” Sweet as she looked, I could see already that Ava was more than a preteen drama star with a squeaky-clean personal life.
    “I guess it is,” she whispered, and then, so quietly I almost didn’t hear she added, “Sometimes I wish I could just escape it all. Just run away and not have to be Gabby Rover. Just me. Just Ava.”
    “You can,” I said, suddenly determined. “I’ll help. Let’s run away together, Ava. Let’s just run away from all of it. From everything.”
    She pushed herself up to look at me, a sleepy but genuine smile on her face. “Yeah? You mean it?” she blinked slowly and let her head fall a little to her raised shoulder. She still had alcohol on her breath and smelled like the sex that we had been having all night. She was perfect. Breathtaking and flawless and everything I wanted in that moment.
    “I do,” I said, feeling more sure of that than I had about anything in a long, long time. More proud too, like I’d found something I actually wanted to do after years of bumming around aimlessly. “I really do.”

    A s soon as the word “wife” was out of my mouth, I regretted it. Sure, I was a little angry that she didn’t remember me, a little disappointed that our plans to run away from it all had been completely forgotten. But it was the petty side of me that wanted to get her back for that, the side of me that spoke first and thought later. The whole idea of the stereotypical drunk, Vegas wedding was what led to the whole idea in the first place, and was why I thought it would be a pretty funny little joke. A harmless prank.
    I honestly didn’t even think she’d believe me.

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    Ava
    “ W ell , that’s a shitty thing to hear from your wife.”
    Wife ?
    I had to shake my head to make sure I’d heard him correctly. He’d said “wife”.
    Wife .
    I could feel the blood draining from my face. It must have been pooling in my ears because they were burning, and all I could hear was it coursing through my veins, driven to a furious pace by the pounding of my heart.
    Wife .
    “I’m sorry?” The words came out stammered and unsure. “You must be... we got married last night?” I cleared my throat, deliberately not letting the words sink with the weight they wanted to carry. I was still holding the throw in front of me, and I sat as demurely as I could manage on the sofa it had come from. I tucked the soft fabric under my arms and let it fall across my lap, hiding everything important. The hotel room was littered in wet bar mini bottles and reeked of