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Chapters (89)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. ONE
  4. HENRY
  5. TWO
  6. EMMA
  7. THREE
  8. HENRY
  9. FOUR
  10. EMMA
  11. FIVE
  12. EMMA
  13. SIX
  14. SEVEN
  15. HENRY
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. HENRY
  20. ELEVEN
  21. TWELVE
  22. EMMA
  23. THIRTEEN
  24. HENRY
  25. FOURTEEN
  26. HENRY
  27. FIFTEEN
  28. SIXTEEN
  29. EMMA
  30. SEVENTEEN
  31. HENRY
  32. EIGHTEEN
  33. HENRY
  34. NINETEEN
  35. HENRY
  36. TWENTY
  37. TWENTY-ONE
  38. EMMA
  39. TWENTY-TWO
  40. EMMA
  41. TWENTY-THREE
  42. HENRY
  43. TWENTY-FOUR
  44. EMMA
  45. TWENTY-FIVE
  46. EMMA
  47. TWENTY-SIX
  48. EMMA
  49. TWENTY-SEVEN
  50. HENRY
  51. TWENTY-EIGHT
  52. EMMA
  53. TWENTY-NINE
  54. HENRY
  55. THIRTY
  56. HENRY
  57. THIRTY-ONE
  58. HENRY
  59. THIRTY-TWO
  60. EMMA
  61. THIRTY-THREE
  62. HENRY
  63. THIRTY-FOUR
  64. EMMA
  65. THIRTY-FIVE
  66. EMMA
  67. THIRTY-SIX
  68. HENRY
  69. THIRTY-SEVEN
  70. EMMA
  71. THIRTY-EIGHT
  72. HENRY
  73. THIRTY-NINE
  74. HENRY
  75. FORTY
  76. EMMA
  77. FORTY-ONE
  78. HENRY
  79. FORTY-TWO
  80. FORTY-THREE
  81. EMMA
  82. FORTY-FOUR
  83. EMMA
  84. FORTY-FIVE
  85. HENRY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ALSO BY CHELSEA CURTO
  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Henry, I would very much like you to come inside when we get home.”

Home.

Not her home.

Just… home.

I think I like how that sounds.

Fifteen minutes later, we park in her driveway, both staring at the facade. I realize for the first time that perhaps she’s as nervous as I am.

“We don’t have to,” I start. “I can head back to my place.”

“I want you here.” She climbs out of the truck, taking the bag of food with her. As I stand behind her at the front door, I bring my hips to meet hers, her chest flush against my back. She fumbles with the keys and I kiss her shoulder, sliding my hand over hers.

“Need some help?” I undo the lock and push the door open.

“Thank you,” she breathes out, walking inside. I close the door behind us, taking off my shoes. I set them to the side, smiling as I see the black leather stacked next to a pile of her sneakers and sandals. I like my stuff mixed with hers.

“No expectations tonight, okay?”

“Henry.” Her voice has changed, now silky and sultry, sliding through the air and reaching my ears. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want you to ravish me. I want you to kiss me until I want nothing else to do with you. Which is going to take a long, long time.”

“Well,” I answer, lip curling in delight. “We better get to work.”

THIRTY-SEVEN

EMMA

“Meet me in the bedroom in five minutes,” I say, slipping off my wedges.

“Which one is your room?” Henry asks, taking the bag of food from my hold.

“Down the hall, third door on the right. The bathroom is the first door on the left if you need it.”

His eyes sweep over me in a parting glance before he turns for the kitchen, humming a melody as he leaves. I hurry down the hall, nearly slipping on the rug. Stumbling into my room, I close the door and pull out a few candles. A glow settles over the space, the dim lighting calming me.

My heart feels like it might fall out of my chest. This is no different than what we’ve done the last few nights but it feels different. There’s a heavy realness associated with these next steps. When Henry walks through the door, he’s walking in because he wants to. He doesn’t want to leave. He wants to stay.

And that empowers me.

I shake out my hair and yank the zipper of my dress down, shimmying out of the material and kicking it to the side. When I look in the full-length mirror hanging on the door to my bathroom, I barely recognize myself.