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Sadie, we need to tell Fiona when she gets back

I fight that sentence down, despite its truth

The last thing I want to do is ruin the moment

Especially when she places her hand atop iddy like I’ht, ready to take on the world

With her, with our fa futures

I’

“I can feel it, too,” she murmurs, voice dreamyChapter NineteenSadieTwo days later, the three of us are sitting in a diner in Marchway, the wind howling against theand the lights of the diner seeainst the early-sunset wilderness beyond the glass

I glance into our reflection in theand see the three of us sitting there, ray suit, and Fiona in a fluffy Christrip her hot cocoa

I stare and I try not to think about these past two days, the earth-shattering experience in the hotel room at the forefront of my mind

I try not to think about the e’ve unleashed ourselves on each other every day since then, having the house to ourselves, fucking like ani down, me on top, him on top, every position we can think of—soour zealousness

Now it’s ti on

We agreed on it early today

“She has to know, Sadie,” Saul whispered, stroking his hands through ether, both of us sweaty and contended and sex-sore

I’ nicely, in a way thatlike a different person, wanted in a way that I never dreamed I would be, or even deserved

“So you had fun, then?” I ask, realizing I’ve just been sitting here like a weirdo

“Yeah,” Fiona beams “I networked the shit outta that hotel venue room, honestly”

“I’m proud,” I smile

“Me too,” Saul says, genuine affection in his voice

Fiona leans back, looking between us Perhaps that’s a giveaway right there, the fact that e came and sat down, Saul and I sat on the saether now

“Uuys?”

“Well, there’s so—”

“Sorry,” I interrupt, panic rising inside of me like a crescendo “Saul, do you mind? I need to use the bathroom”