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“I need to be as close to you as possible,” he
whispered as he trailed hot kisses down my shoulder and pressed his body
against mine. The solidity of his excitement pushed against the moistness
between my legs. In one slow stroke, we connected. When he had filled me
completely, he began to thrust unhurriedly. Each thrust sent a shock of
pleasure through me. His smooth muscles slid against my stomach and he gazed
down at me. All I could see was the blue of his eyes. All I could feel was the
heat of him moving within me and his body grinding against my clit. All of my
apprehensions disappeared, and for the first time in my life, I knew what
freedom felt like.

I slid my hands over his back and felt his muscles
move under my fingertips. I bit my lip to avoid moaning, but he covered my lips
with his and the moan slipped into his mouth. I held onto him tighter, wanting
him closer to me than he ever could be. Tension built in my body. Every nerve was
on fire. For a moment, the world seemed to stop.

Pleasure exploded inside me, blazing through my body
as Emerson released his own ecstasy. He took a few deep, sharp breaths as I
trembled around him. After a couple of minutes had passed, I was still lost
within my euphoria. He rolled over beside me, wrapped his strong, muscular arms
around me, and pulled me close to him.

“That was amazing,” he whispered.

“It was,” I replied.

“And do you know what the best thing about it was?”

“What's that?” I replied.

“That was just the warm-up round.”

I giggled as he moved in, kissing me again.

It was going to be a long night.

A long and glorious night.

EPILOGUE

Brooke

I looked up from my book and eased my feet off the
footstool, listening as the sound grew in volume. Tossing my book onto the
couch beside me, I hurried to the front door just in time to watch Emerson pull
into the driveway and slip his slick Kawasaki past my BMW and park it in the
garage. He removed his helmet and saw me standing in the doorway. A huge smile
spread across his handsome face.

He hurried toward the door I held open for him and
wrapped me tightly in his arms the moment he’d bound up the porch steps. A
long, languid kiss got my nerves tingling and made my knees weak. Even after so
many years, he still had that effect on me.

“How was work, love?” I asked.

“Good. We're making progress on the solar power
compound. I'm pretty sure this product is gonna be on the market within two
years, and it's gonna revolutionize everything! A solar panel powerful enough
to charge a laptop in three hours, and it's only the size of a dollar bill. How
cool is that?” Emerson beamed. “How about you, beautiful? How was your day?” He
planted a sweet kiss on my forehead.

“Actually, work was interesting. Remember that new
bicycle concept I was telling you about?”

“Oh yeah, the one that charges all of your devices at
home while you ride?”

“Yes! Well, we're very close to making a
breakthrough,” I said. “Like, literally right on the edge.”

“That’s awesome, babe. I can’t wait until you get to
bring it home for us to try out,” he smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You just want to play with my
gadgets,” I flashed him a smirky grin.

“Oh, I definitely want to do that,” he said with a
wink. “Oh. Almost forgot. I got a call from Chris today.”

“Oh, yeah? How's he doing?”

“He's good. Still sober. That makes eight months. And
he's starting his first semester of a new college degree.”

“I’m glad to hear that. He was stuck in a real rough
patch for a few years after dropping out. I know you’re happy to see him like
this.”

“Yeah. I was beginning to think he wasn't gonna get
through it. I'm glad he's turned his life around and proved me wrong. It’s nice
to hear my old friend’s voice when I talk to him now.”

“Speaking of old friends,” I added. “Don’t forget
we've got an appointment in front of the TV at eight tonight!”

“Oh yeah, Leslie's big break! I'm super excited to see
it.”

“She always did want a role in a sitcom, and I think
she's gonna be great!”

“Old friends,” he said with a smile, “it's great to
see them doing well.”

“It really is,” I agreed.

“But then, we can't just focus on the old. There's
also the new…” He took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the diamond
engagement ring on my finger.

“I'm counting the days until you are my wife. You
can’t get rid of me then and I can’t wait!”

Tears stung the corners of my eyes. I kissed him
gently on his forehead, and then on his lips.

“I can't wait, either,” I said.

“How about we crack open a bottle of wine, light some
candles, and watch the sunset from the back deck.”

“That sounds like a splendid idea. We'd better hurry
though, the sun will be setting in a few minutes.”

“Right. Meet you out there.”

Emerson headed to the cellar to pick out a decent
bottle of wine while I went out onto the deck. The air was still warm, with
just the slightest nip of cold threatening to take over once the sun
disappeared. Spring had always been my favorite season. The scent of new
blossoms and flowers floated sweetly on the warm breeze, and the first evening
star had appeared in the darkening sky.

Emerson strolled onto the deck carrying a bottle of
wine and two glasses. We took a seat on our outdoor sofa and he filled up a
glass for each of us as I lit some candles. I took my glass and clinked it
against his.

“To chemistry,” I said with a smile.

“To chemistry,” he replied, the last golden rays of
the day's sun glinting in his eyes.

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By
Claire Adams

This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
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© 2015 Claire Adams

PART 1

CHAPTER
ONE

Quinn

His
face on the magazine
cover kept eclipsing my textbook. I recognized him from high school, junior
high school actually, and the thrill of seeing him again was more exciting than
gross anatomy. I tried to tell myself it was the magazine that was grabbing my
attention. I had obsessed over the new hit multi-player online game
Dark Flag
since it came out. Owen Redd
was rising to dominance as the game's first clan leader. He was a star in the
gamer community.

And
my sister's boyfriend
, I reminded myself.

I never understood
how he put up with Sienna. She had wanted to change him from the moment they
met. My perfect sister, with her stellar G.P.A. and her driving ambition to be
a surgeon, wanted her boyfriend to be more than a gamer. I always suspected she
started dating him as a challenge. Sienna was always trying to improve,
perfect, and control the world around her. Owen struck me as another project
she took on – change the school's most popular rebel into the prom king. She
kept a framed picture of their prom court on the desk in her dorm. Owen's crown
was crooked, but he and Sienna were still together.

I wondered if she
knew he was on the cover of a magazine. Sienna would not be impressed, but it
really was a big deal. I reached for my phone.

"The studying
going well?" my roommate asked.

"Can you
believe the professor gives us a quiz at the start of every class? Seems
cruel," I said.

Darla shook her
head and laughed. "I heard he charts the quiz scores on a board."

I groaned. My
sister's name was on the top of that board and I could not help but look at it
every time I sat down to struggle through another quiz.

Darla gave my long
hair a sympathetic tug. "Have you ever considered changing your major? I
know nursing is a noble profession, but as far as I can see, you don't like
anything about it."

"I like
it," I said. "It’s just a lot of memorizing and papers and sitting
around studying new research. There's not a lot of, I don't know, action to
it."

"Well, if
you're looking for action, I heard there's a
Dark Flag
party over in the basement of the Mathematics lab,"
Darla said.

My roommate was
the opposite of me in many ways – an art major with a concentration in textiles
– but she was also a gamer. I stood up to lead the way out the door.

"Wait, you
forgot your phone," Darla stopped me. "Ugh, I think your advisor is
calling."

I looked at the
caller ID and bit my lip. Alice Bonton had a sixth sense about when I was going
to do something fun instead of study. There was no reason I couldn’t let the
call go to voicemail, except my father's nagging motto: never put off for
tomorrow what you can deal with right now.

"Ms. Alice,
how is your evening?" I asked. Darla shrugged her shoulders and left
without me.

"Quinn, I'm
glad I caught you. I mean, I'm not glad, I'm just grateful you answered your
phone," my advisor said.

"If this is
about skipping class last week, its sounds much worse than it was. I was
actually volunteering my time down at the blood drive. I just forgot to get a
volunteer form signed," I said.

"Skipping
class again? That's the fourth time this month. That's once a week. Quinn, I'm
concerned. I know this isn't the time to discuss it, but–" her voice
cracked. "I'm not sure how to do this."

"I can make
up all the work, I promise. I'm studying right now. Literally, the book is open
in front of me. I love nursing, I really do. I've just been distracted
lately." I stopped myself before I started talking about the new game. My
college advisor would not be impressed to hear how dedicated I was to a new online
game.

"When was the
last time you went home? Spent any time with your family?"

"I don't
know, fall break? So, well, I guess about a month," I said. "But I'm
going home for Thanksgiving. Sienna wants to stay on campus, but I agreed to go
home. I'm in charge of making the gravy. Sienna makes the best stuffing, but
she's only staying on campus to get a head start on studying for finals. She's
pre-med and wants to be a surgeon."

There was silence
on the other end of the line. Finally, when I had held my breath long enough to
see a few stars creeping around the edges of my vision, my advisor said,
"I know you look up to your sister, but I hope you have considered finding
your own path."

I could feel dread
hanging over the conversation. Ms. Alice's words were heavy and she struggled
to speak. The same weight settled over me. "Am I getting kicked out of the
nursing program?"

"What?"
my advisor asked. "No. I mean, I don't know, the skipping class is getting
out of hand. I just think now is a good time for you to consider what you
really want to do. You shouldn't stick with a major just because of family
expectations. Instead of following in your sister's footsteps–"

"Ms. Alice,
are you alright? Maybe I should make an appointment during your office
hours," I said. "I'm going online right now to put in the request. I
don't want to take up any more of your time this evening."

"Wait, Quinn,
I'm calling late for a reason," my advisor said. She cleared her throat
and paused again.

"Oh no!
You're right. I didn't know how late it was! I promised a friend I would cover
his shift at the front desk of our dorm. I gotta go, Ms. Alice. I'm sorry.
Thanks for your concern. We'll talk soon!" I hung up the phone and put it
down as if it burned my hand.

I was never rude
and I never lied, but I had been both to Ms. Alice for no discernible reason.
Something in her heavy tone and her pauses made me nervous. I looked at the
clock. It was past ten o'clock on a weeknight. My stomach twisted. Why would my
college advisor be calling so late?

I stood up and
brushed my hair back, doing my best impression of my sister's hair flip. Sienna
never let other people bother her. My sister would have cut the strange phone
call short twenty seconds after it started. On the other hand, I was wracked
with guilt. I felt as if Ms. Alice was trying to tell me something and I had
not done a good job of helping her spit it out.

Despite the guilt,
I brushed my hair and got ready to join Darla at the gamer party. I moved
quickly and was out the door before I could even shut my abandoned textbook.

"Oh, sorry.
Excuse me," I said.

The taller of the
campus security guards held up both hands. "Whoa, slow down. Are you Quinn
Thomas?"

My stomach turned
sour. "Yes?"

"Your advisor
is Alice Bonton?" he asked.

"Yes. Wait, what's
going on?" I asked.

His rotund partner
shoved his hands in his pockets and scowled. "Your advisor needs you to
meet her at Alton Tower. We're here to give you a lift. That's all we
know."

"Please come
with us, Ms. Thomas." The taller guard stepped aside and ushered me past.

I took a step
before I saw the sharp look pass between the two men. "What is this all
about? Has something happened?"

Neither said a
single word more. I fought the urge to run and instead walked downstairs and
out the front doors. The fat guard waved a thick hand towards the campus
vehicle. My feet froze and an angry buzzing started in my ears. The taller
guard stepped around me and opened the passenger side door, relegating his
partner to the backseat.

"Where are we
going?" I asked.

The lanky man
folded himself into the driver's seat. Instead of answering, he turned the key
in the ignition. I tried to close my eyes and take a calming breath, but an
incessant flashing of lights stopped me. An ambulance drove past and joined the
whirling lights of a police car not far away.

Alton Tower.
That's where the guard said my advisor was waiting. I knew it because it was my
sister's dorm.