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“It’s- it’s nothing.” I smiled at him, biting my lip.





“You sure?” He turned and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close.





“Yeah, just- thank you, for another absolutely amazing weekend.”





He grinned and leaned down to kiss my cheek. “You bet.” He pulled back and looked at me again, his brow raising. “You sure you’re okay?”





No! There’s so much I want to tell you!





“Yeah, I’m great.” I pushed my hair out of my eye, forcing myself not to get all teary-eyed. “So, I guess I’ll talk to you somet-“





“I love you.”





I froze and suddenly found myself staring into his eyes with my jaw hanging open. “What?”





His was looking deeply into my eyes as he took a deep breath. “Look, Christina, I know this isn’t perfect, or fair to you, and I’m sorry. I-” He looked around the half-empty ticketing hall and let the air out slowly before turning back and leaning in close to me; the familiar wonderful smell of him invading my sense, his arms tight around me, and my pulse racing as I tried to process what he’d just said.





“I don’t know what’s happening here, or whats going to happen, or what the hell to do about any of this, honey. But-” He brought his hands to my face and held my chin in his hands. “But, all I do know, is that you’re everything I think about, always, and that you’re everything I’ve always wanted in this world.”





I felt the world begin to tumble around me as my head spun, and my heart felt like it’d leap right out of my throat.





“And I love you, Christina Ames; I really, really love you.”





“I love you too.” I barely had time to whisper it out before our lips crashed together; sealed with a kiss. No matter what now, I had this. Hell, no matter what now, I’d have this forever.





Ok, so, we'd go over that other, small, teeny detail about me being pregnant later.





Chapter 25

Tyler





Jesus, what the fuck was I going to do?





I was sitting in the business class car on the train on the way back home, staring hard out the window but seeing nothing.





I’d escalated things, big time. I mean, sleeping with a girl half my age was one thing. Claiming her virginity in my Goddamn car outside her parents house, jerking off into her panties, going to visit her at fucking college, yeah those were were nuts. Shit, having an almost threesomes with her best friend was even crazier.





But then I’d gone and said the words. I’d said those words and I’d fucking meant them. It hadn’t been planned, and in fact, it wasn’t until I’d even said them out loud that I realized they were true.





I loved her.





Jesus, I hand’t meant those words in years, and here I’d just blabbed them out in the middle of the fucking train station. But they were true, and for the first time in a long time, I meant them with everything I had.





Which, oddly, made me feel guilty about the other thing burning a hole in my mind like a little hot coal sitting there in my head.





Anna.





Yeah, talk about escalation. That first time, when she’d fallen out of the closet like that, all I could imagine was this whole thing coming down. I imagined her freaking out, telling people back home, and the damn lynch mob heading for my house to string me up.





That is, I imagined those things until she stripped her clothes off and played with her pussy while she watched Christina bounce up and down on my cock. After that? Yeah, well, let’s just say I wasn’t thinking about lynch mobs anymore.





I was thinking of her.





And sure, I felt guilt as shit for thinking of Christian’s friend like that, but how could I not? I mean I was only a man, and whatever my feelings for Christina, there’s only so much you can’t see when you’re balls deep in one girl while another one strips her clothes off and plays with herself three feet away.





I’d meant what I’d said about Christina. I fucking loved that girl, in a way that had me buzzing with this electric current sitting there on the train. But Anna Riley? She was something else, and I knew it wasn’t just pure physical attraction. She was like a compliment to Chris. Where my blonde girlfriend was this angelic creature, Anna was the little devil on the other shoulder - the mischievous one, the firecracker.





They were so similar and yet so different at the same time, both physically and who they were as people. On the surface, they’d almost pass for sisters but for Anna’s wild red hair to Christina’s blonde locks, and where Chris had this sexy sweetness to her, Anna had this vivacious glint in her eyes.