“Dallas,” she says around a breathy exhale, and that’s the nail in my coffin. As if I ever stood a fucking chance. I close my eyes and jerk my cock four more times before I fall over the ledge of a mountain and spill all over my hand. My chest heaves and my lungs constrict as I try to suck down some air. I will my body to calm down, but my limbs are heavy. My vision blurs, and I’ve forgotten my name. There’s a mess on my stomach and hips, and I feel stickiness on my palm. When I crack an eye open, I find Maven watching me with flushed cheeks. “Hi,” I say, unsure of what happens next. “Hi,” she
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