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“What do you mean?”

“We keep whatever this is to ourselves. We don’t need to let the outside world in. When we’re together, we’ll be in our own little world. Our own little bubble.” He inches his lips closer to mine, the promise of his kiss sending my pulse racing. “Just us. Nothing else.”

“But bubbles eventually pop.”

“True. But until that happens, why don’t we see where this goes?” A devilish smile curves his mouth. “I mean, we do have really good sex together.”

A laugh escapes, and I’m grateful for the break in tension. “We certainly do.”

“Then I think it would be a disservice to both of us if we deprived ourselves of something we’re very good at.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you’re smiling.” He waggles his brows.

“I can’t help it when I’m with you.”

“Then stay in this bubble with me.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Let me keep making you laugh. Making you smile. And making you come.”

A few days ago, I wouldn’t have even given his proposition a second thought. I would have turned him down, listing off all the reasons it would never work out between us.

But I’m so tired of being that girl. Of always living my life according to everyone else’s expectations.

So I decide to be selfish yet again.

Dragging my fingers through his hair, I inch my mouth toward his. “Yes.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes widening. “Yes?”

I beam. “Yes, Joshua. I’ll stay in this bubble with you. But for now, that’s all I can give you. I can’t promise you a future, not when I don’t know what my future holds.”

“No one does, Wynter.” He leans closer, his lips brushing mine. “But if all you’re comfortable giving me is right now, then let’s make right now count.”

“What did you have in mind?” I ask, batting my lashes.

“This.” He touches a kiss to my mouth before sliding down my body.

The instant he buries his face between my legs, all thoughts of Wyatt or the future disappear from my mind.

Instead, I stay with Joshua in our bubble, not caring that it may eventually burst.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

JOSHUA

“Joshua?” Declan’s voice booms as he walks into my house later that morning. “Where are you?”

“Upstairs. Come on up.”

Wynter left just after the sun rose to sneak back into her house before anyone realized she hadn’t slept in her bed last night. Not that I wanted her to leave. If I had my way, I would have kept her tangled up in my sheets all day.

And naked.

But last night was already a huge step. I didn’t want to push my luck.

I’m still relieved she doesn’t want it to be a one-time thing. That she wants to stay in our bubble for a while longer.

And I refuse to do anything to burst it.