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The feel of his body on mine.

Because the moment I left, I didn’t know if I would ever get this back.

Or if I would ever feel this way again.

But if I kept this as a memory, I could return to it whenever I needed, whenever I missed him.

Even though I already did.

“I’m not looking forward to saying good-bye,” I admitted, regretting it the second I finished speaking. I tilted my face up to look at him. “I just mean, I’ve had so much fun with you.”

His fingers ran across my cheek and into my hair. “You’re the best thing I never expected to find …”

I didn’t know what that meant.

But I liked the sound of it.

His hand lowered to my bare back, where he traced circles over my skin. The sound of his heart pattered against my ear, a drum that made me close my eyes and take in this moment again.

And every one we’d had together so far.

From the second we’d met in the sportsbook to the way he’d brought me up to his suite, the evenings we’d spent in this bed, and last night’s finale.

It had all gon