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Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Also Available from Adriana Herrera
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Epilogue
  30. Acknowledgments
  31. Author’s Note
  32. About the Author
  33. Excerpt
  34. Carina Press Romance Promise
  35. About the Dreamers series
  36. Writing for Carina
  37. Carina eNewsletter

“If you keep touching me like this, I’m not going to be able to do this homework,” I said as my hand tightened around the notebook and I lifted the other one to his neck. “It’s very hard to focus when your lips are only an inch from my mouth.” I sounded breathless, but who could blame me?

“Okay, sorry,” Patrice said on an exhale and moved a hand to the paper that was now totally crinkled on one side from my tight grip.

“Let’s work on this.” More hot breath on my neck, making me shiver and my skin tighten. “Then I can do unspeakable things to that tattoo.”

I groaned, and tugged on the poor sheet, which was now really at risk of getting torn to smithereens. “Are you sure we can’t do this naked, it’ll be more fun that way.” I could feel his shoulders shaking behind me as he planted a kiss on the top of my head.

“It’s a blessing that I didn’t take up with you until I was almost done with my PhD or I would’ve never finished.”

“Do I bring you to distraction, Professor Denis?” My heart fluttered in my chest like it had wings as I asked, knowing that now I would get the answer I wanted.

“You know you do.” There was nothing in his words other than affection, and maybe just a hint of indulgence. I lifted my face again, needing to respond to his words with a kiss. As I pulled back and settled into his arms I thought of where we’d arrived. Nothing much had changed, and yet it felt like everything was different. Patrice had successfully finished out the academic year. He’d eventually gotten the hang of his classes and with the help of the chair of his department, he’d even started a new research project.

“How was your meeting with Martin?” I asked into the comfortable silence, my body pressed so tightly with his our chests rose and fell in unison.

“It always throws me off that you call him by his first name.” My parents had known Patrice’s boss for years, and it had been a great surprise to hear he’d offered Patrice his personal support after the police stop. Now they were launching a project to research the hindering effects of systemic racism on social mobility for immigrants.

“It’s going well, we got confirmation that we will get the funding for this first phase. So I’ll go south in July to meet with the guys from University of Miami who we’re partnering with. Maybe you can meet me after I’m done. We’ll take a few days after to hang out. Go to Tap Tap.”