LOGINJems eventually emerged from the bathroom about twenty minutes later, her face still pink but at least not the color of a fire engine anymore. Mira was sitting on her bed, grinning like the Cheshire cat, clearly prepared to wait all night if necessary."So," Mira said innocently. "Ready to talk about it?""There's nothing to talk about," Jems muttered, avoiding eye contact."Girl, you were moaning in your sleep."Jems' eyes went wide with horror. "I was NOT!""Okay, maybe not moaning," Mira conceded with a giggle. "But you were definitely making some interesting sounds. And you kept saying his name. 'Ethan, oh Ethan, please Ethan...'""STOP!" Jems threw a pillow at her, which Mira dodged easily, cackling."I knew it! You totally had a sex dream about him! Was it good? It looked like it was good based on your face.""I'm not discussing this with you," Jems said firmly, her face burning again. "Ever. We're never speaking of this again.""Fine, fine," Mira said, still grinning. "But just
Jems eventually emerged from the bathroom about twenty minutes later, her face still pink but at least not the color of a fire engine anymore. Mira was sitting on her bed, grinning like the Cheshire cat, clearly prepared to wait all night if necessary."So," Mira said innocently. "Ready to talk about it?""There's nothing to talk about," Jems muttered, avoiding eye contact."Girl, you were moaning in your sleep."Jems' eyes went wide with horror. "I was NOT!""Okay, maybe not moaning," Mira conceded with a giggle. "But you were definitely making some interesting sounds. And you kept saying his name. 'Ethan, oh Ethan, please Ethan...'""STOP!" Jems threw a pillow at her, which Mira dodged easily, cackling."I knew it! You totally had a sex dream about him! Was it good? It looked like it was good based on your face.""I'm not discussing this with you," Jems said firmly, her face burning again. "Ever. We're never speaking of this again.""Fine, fine," Mira said, still grinning. "But just
He pushed forward slightly, just the tip, and Jems gasped at the unfamiliar sensation. It didn't hurt exactly, but it was strange, intense, overwhelming."Breathe," Ethan coached, his voice strained. "Just breathe, baby."Jems forced herself to breathe, to relax, and Ethan pushed in a little more. There was pressure, fullness, a slight burning sensation that made her tense up."Look at me," Ethan said, and Jems opened her eyes to find him watching her intently. "You're doing so good. So good. Just a little more."He pushed in further, and the burning intensified, and Jems couldn't help the small cry that escaped her lips.Ethan stilled immediately. "Do you want me to stop?""No," Jems said, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Keep going. I want all of you."He moved again, slowly, carefully, until finally, finally, he was fully inside her, and they were connected in the most intimate way possible.For a moment, neither of them moved. They just stayed there, foreheads pressed toge
His hands pressed gently, massaging through the fabric, and Jems thought she might die from how good it felt. Her back arched instinctively, pressing herself more firmly into his palms.Then one of his hands slipped under her shirt, warm fingers against her bare skin, trailing up her ribcage until he found the clasp of her bra. With practiced ease that made Jems briefly wonder how many times he'd done this before, though she immediately pushed that thought away, he unhooked it.The fabric loosened, and then both of his hands were on her breasts, skin on skin, nothing between them. He massaged and kneaded, his thumbs brushing over her nipples in a way that made Jems see stars.She couldn't hold back her moans anymore, didn't even try. Her hands found his hair, fingers threading through and pulling, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to show him how good this felt, how much she needed more.A hot, insistent ache built between her legs, a fire that needed to be put out. She'd never
Two weeks had passed since Ethan asked Jems to the party.Two peaceful, blissfully quiet weeks where Don Emilio seemed to have vanished into thin air. No threats, no attacks, no ominous messages. Just silence. Jems had almost started to believe that maybe, just maybe, the nightmare was finally over.Even her father had been quiet. No phone calls, no attempts to reach out, no dramatic declarations. Richard Dawson had simply disappeared from their lives, and Emily seemed lighter for it, like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.Jems had just finished her last exam that afternoon. Chemistry had been brutal but manageable thanks to Ethan's patient tutoring over the past two weeks. Now the entire school was buzzing with excitement about the upcoming party, the traditional post exam celebration that everyone looked forward to all year.Jems and Mira were walking toward their cars, the late afternoon sun warm on their faces, when Mira elbowed her with a mischievous grin."Sooooo," Mi
Christopher studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then his eyes flicked to Ethan, assessing, measuring, and deciding whether this teenage boy posed any threat to the girl he was assigned to protect."I'll give you space," Christopher finally said. "But I stay within visual range. Non-negotiable.""That's fine," Jems said quickly. "Thank you.""Thank you," Ethan echoed, unable to keep the satisfaction out of his voice.Christopher nodded and dropped back about thirty feet, far enough that they could talk privately but close enough that he could reach them in seconds if needed. Ethan and Jems started walking across the field, the grass soft beneath their feet and the afternoon sun warm on their shoulders. For a moment, neither of them spoke, just enjoying the peace of being together without an audience."Sorry about that," Jems finally said, gesturing vaguely back toward Christopher. "The whole bodyguard thing is still new and weird.""It's okay," Ethan said, and he







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