It Ends with Us

“Hey, sweetheart! It’s your mom. Haven’t spoken to you since yesterday. Miss
you. Give Lily a hug for me. You do still see her, right? Allysa says you can’t stop
talking about her. She is still your girlfriend, right? Okay. Gretchen’s here, we’re
having high tea. Love you. Kiss kiss.”
I press my face against his chest and laugh. “We’ve only been dating a
few months. How much do you talk about me?”
He pulls my hand up between us and kisses it. “Too much, Lily. Way too
much.”
I smile. “I can’t wait to meet them. Not only did they raise an incredible
daughter, but they made you. That’s pretty impressive.”
His arms tighten around me and he kisses the top of my head.
“What was your brother’s name?” I ask him.
I can feel a slight stiffness in him after I ask that. I regret bringing it up,
but it’s too late to take it back.
“Emerson.”
I can tell by his voice that it’s not something he wants to talk about right
now. Instead of pressing it further, I lift my head and scoot forward,
pressing my mouth to his.
I should know better. Kisses can’t seem to stop at just kisses when it
comes to me and Ryle. In a matter of minutes, he’s inside of me again, but
this time it’s everything the other time wasn’t.
This time we make love.

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Chapter Fourteen
My phone rings. I pick it up to see who it is and I’m a little taken aback.
It’s the first time Ryle has ever called me. We always just text. How odd to
have a boyfriend for over three months that I’ve never once spoken to on
the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, girlfriend,” he says.
I smile cheesily at the sound of his voice. “Hey, boyfriend.”
“Guess what?”
“What?”
“I’m taking the day off tomorrow. Your floral shop doesn’t open until
one o’clock on Sundays. I’m on my way to your apartment with two bottles
of wine. You want to have a sleepover with your boyfriend and have
drunken sex all night and sleep until noon?”
It’s really embarrassing what his words do to me. I smile and say, “Guess
what?”
“What?”
“I’m cooking you dinner. And I’m wearing an apron.”
“Oh yeah?” he says.
“Just an apron.” And then I hang up.
A few seconds later, I get a text message.
Ryle: Pic, please.
Me: Get over here and you can take the picture yourself.
I’m almost finished preparing the casserole mixture when the door
opens. I pour it into the glass pan and don’t turn around when I hear him
walk into the kitchen. When I said I was just wearing an apron, I meant it.
I’m not even wearing panties.
I can hear him suck in a rush of air when I reach over to the oven and
stick the casserole inside. I might reach a little too far for show when I do
it. When I close the oven, I don’t face him. I grab a rag and start wiping
down the oven, making sure to sway my hips as much as possible. I squeal

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when I feel a piercing sting on my right butt cheek. I spin around and Ryle
is grinning, holding two bottles of wine.
“Did you just bite me?”
He gives me an innocent look. “Don’t tempt the scorpion if you don’t
want to get stung.” He eyes me up and down while he opens one of the
bottles. He holds it up before he pours us a glass and says, “It’s vintage.”
“Vintage,” I say with mock impression. “What’s the special occasion?”
He hands me a glass and says, “I’m going to be an uncle. I have a
smoking hot girlfriend. And I get to perform a very rare, possibly once-in-
a-lifetime craniopagus separation on Monday.”
“A cranio-what?”
He finishes off his glass of wine and pours himself another one.
“Craniopagus separation. Conjoined twins,” he says. He points to a spot on
the top of his head and taps it. “Attached right here. We’ve been studying
them since they were born. It’s a very rare surgery. Very rare.”
For the first time, I think I’m genuinely turned on by him as a doctor. I
mean, I admire his drive. I admire his dedication. But seeing how excited
he is about what he’s doing for a living is seriously sexy.
“How long do you think it’ll take?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Not sure. They’re young, so being under general anesthesia
for too long is a concern.” He holds up his right hand and wiggles his
fingers. “But this is a very special hand that has been through almost half a
million dollars’ worth of specialty education. I have a lot of faith in this
hand.”
I walk over to him and press my lips to his palm. “I’m a little fond of this
hand, too.”
He slides the hand down to my neck and then spins me so that I’m
flush against the counter. I gasp, because I wasn’t expecting that.
He pushes himself against me from behind and slowly slides his hand
down the side of my body. I press my palms into the granite and close my
eyes, already feeling the rush of the wine.
“This hand,” he whispers, “is the steadiest hand in all of Boston.”
He pushes on the back of my neck, bending me further over the
counter. His hand meets the inside of my knee and he glides it upward.
Slowly. Jesus.
He pushes my legs apart, and then his fingers are inside me. I moan
and try to find something to hold on to. I grip the faucet, just as he begins

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to work magic.
And then, just like a magician, his hand disappears.
I hear him walking out of the kitchen. I watch as he passes the front of
the counter. He winks at me, downs the rest of his glass of wine and says,
“I’m gonna take a quick shower.”