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on my hips, causing me to whimper as he impaled me on his thickness before his fingers slid under my shirt and over my breast. Tristan was the first boy I’d ever slept with. We’d only been dating a couple of months, but I was desperate to move on with my life as soon as possible and forget my ex.
    His hands roamed over my skin as if he couldn’t get close enough to me. I looped my arms around his neck as his teeth tugged at my earlobe. I felt him grow harder and moved faster, helping him find his release, his body jerking below me with a guttural groan.
    As he released into me, my body began to tighten around him, shuddering as I came undone in his arms, my brief escape from reality over.
    He kissed my cheek and nose before his lips were on mine.
    “That was amazing.” He pulled back to look me in the eye as he tucked my hair behind my ears.
    I slid off his lap, adjusted my clothing, and pulled my skirt back over my hips.
    “Where do you want to go?” I asked, hoping he wanted to hang out for a while before I’d have to go back home. I don’t ever want to go back.
    “Something going on at home?” he asked as we pulled back out onto the street.
    Shrugging, I chewed on my thumb as I stared out of the passenger window, the houses blurring by. “David’s daughter came to stay with us.”
    “You don’t like her?”
    I shrugged again. “She’s all right. We’re the same age.”
    “Why didn’t you invite her out with us?” Because you’d take one look at her and realize she is so much better than I am.
    “I just met her, Tristan. What if she goes running back to her daddy and tells him I sneak out with you every night? David already hates me. I couldn’t survive in this place if I didn’t have you.”
    Tristan reached over and took my hand in his, pulling it up to his mouth and placing a kiss on the back of it. “Nothing would stop me from seeing you—not even that fucking asshole.” His gaze was cold, almost frightening.
    I nodded, but I knew that wasn’t true. I’d been abandoned before, and one of those people happened to be my own mother. I smiled weakly back at him, trying my best to convince him that I believed his words. You’ll get tired of me or find someone else.
    “Can we just drive around for a little while? I really don’t feel like partying.”
    “Whatever you want, babe.”
    For the next two hours, I sang along to songs from the nineties as we made our way down nearly every street in town and got high. I let the world evaporate around me as I heard a small giggle in the back of my mind. It was the same sound that haunted my dreams, and I struggled to suppress the memories and enjoy the high, but it became overbearing.
    I traced Tristan’s bicep with the pad of my finger, laughing when he looked over at me, shaking his head.
    “What?” he asked as he turned down another dark road.
    “I dunno.” I pulled my feet up onto the dashboard, dragging my hands down my thighs.
    “Again?” His eyebrow shot up as he glanced over at my legs. “Babe, I’m tired, and I got to get you back home.”
    I groaned, jutting my bottom lip out in a pout as we turned around and headed back toward my house.
    “You know we can’t keep this pace up when we both have classes, right?”
    “Then why waste the little bit of time we have now?” I asked as I leaned over and ran my palm against his jeans, his cock hardening under my touch.
    “I have stuff to do tomorrow. My mom is coming out to visit.”
    “Am I going to get to meet her?” I was shocked. This was the first I was hearing that his family would be visiting. Tristan was raised here, but his family moved away when his father got offered a job in Chicago.
    “Not tomorrow.” He dismissed the idea and turned up the radio. I stared at him for a moment before turning the volume back down.
    “Why not?” Why am I not good enough?
    “Come on, Cara. It’s just a bad time.”
    “Why? Are you not as serious about us as I am?”
    “It’s not