As the light seeping in from the curtains wakes me, I'm more comfortable than ever. I'm lying on a fluffy cloud of soft blankets and pillows and...Wyatt—all six-foot-three sweaty piece of him. His eyebrows twitch from whatever dream he's having, so I reach up to smooth the little v between them. He grunts and rolls onto his back, taking me with him.

Last night doesn't seem real. The man gave me six orgasms. Six. I've never been so sore, but right now, staring at this man beneath me, I'm grateful for being sore. In fact, I'm ready to go again as soon as he wakes up.

The birds are chirping steadily outside, the sun is gleaming, and the man of my dreams is in bed next to me. Nothing on earth could ruin this moment.

"Wyatt, open this goddamn door!"

Except for that.

Scrambling to my knees, I clench the comforter over my naked body, thanking the man up above that Wyatt locked his bedroom door. I would know Caroline's voice anywhere. The first time I heard it, the new girl who stole Wyatt's heart, I filed it right into my brain to ensure I remembered it. And right now? She definitely doesn't sound happy.

"Wyatt!" I hiss, elbowing him in the side. He winces and slowly blinks his eyes open. If this were any other given time, I'm sure my stomach would erupt with butterflies, but his ex is currently banging on his bedroom door, and I'm more than certain if she finds me in here I'll never get the opportunity to feel butterflies again.

"Oh, shit." His voice is groggy as he rises from the bed and searches around for his sweatpants. They had come off during round three, and when he remembers, he grabs them from where they're hanging on the bedpost and slides them on. The banging continues, and Wyatt remembers I'm here, looking panicked. "Fuck. I'm so sorry, Mace. I didn't know she'd show up."

"Wyatt, open this fucking door now!" Caroline screams.

Keeping my voice quiet enough not to be heard, I slip his t-shirt on from the floor and dart towards the closet. "You did break up with her, right?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Did you tell her it was because of me?"

Raking a hand through his hair, he gives me a sheepish grin. "Not exactly."

Great, so Caroline doesn't know that he already jumped onto someone new. Or, maybe she just found out considering how angry she sounds. There are too many questions I need to ask him, too much to figure out, but I can't ask him any of them. Not right now. Not when Caroline is about to break down the door.

"I'm going into the closet," I say in a rushed whisper. He can tell I'm annoyed, but when he reaches for me, I'm already stepping into the darkness, shutting the door behind me. It's cramped as hell from all of his clothes in here, but I can still see out from the little shutters. Wyatt opens the door, and in seconds, Caroline storms into the room, arms crossed over her chest.

"You're fucking pathetic," she sneers. "Already?"

"Caroline, I can exp—"

"Save it." She takes a step closer, pushing her long braid behind her back. "How little do you care for me? I thought I meant more to you than this." Waving at the crumpled sheets, I watch Wyatt wince. "You were saving yourself again for marriage. What the hell happened to that? Did you think Mr. Bower wouldn't see you bring her home last night? You had to figure he'd tell me."

My palms are sweating as she continues to look around the room, scanning for evidence. "Who was it?" she asks. "Let me take a wild guess. Macey?"

"Does it really matter?" Wyatt replies. "I don't think knowing who it is will make you feel any better. I broke it off with you because things weren't working out between us. I don't owe you an explanation for my choices following after we broke up."

"What kind of bullshit excuse is that?" She pushes him on the chest with as much force as she can, and then her chin is wobbling, tears streaking down her cheeks. "Did you really care that little about me? You wanted to jump her bones the second you ended things? You don't think I deserved a little more respect?"

A lump forms in my throat, and I try to swallow it down, but it won't go away. Caroline isn't wrong. We jumped into things very quickly, not thinking about the consequences that would evidently follow. We were careless and reckless and we didn't consider anyone else's feelings.

"Caroline, I'm sorry, I am, but I love her, and I didn't want to continue things with us knowing I had all of these feelings for her. It wouldn't be fair to you."

She scoffs. "Because this is so much better." Twisting her head to the closet, I shrink back into the shadows, but she raises her voice and says, "You can come out. I'm not an idiot. Your thong is on the fuckin' floor."

I could continue to hide like a coward, but that's never been who I am. We both made the decision to sleep together, so I take a deep breath and exit the closet in just Wyatt's t-shirt, which goes almost to my knees. I'll probably never forget the devastation that filters across her face. I've never felt so ashamed before.

"I hope you're both very happy together," she says, and I don't miss the sarcasm. "And Wyatt?" She turns to face him with her hand on the doorknob. "Go fuck yourself."

The door slams shut behind her, and I don't want to be a baby, I don't want to be an emotional wreck, but I fall apart on the floor, tugging my knees to my chest. Being a homewrecker tops any bad feeling I've ever felt. I've never been the other woman, and I know technically I'm not, but Caroline's right. I might as well be.

"Mace, don't listen to her." Wyatt sinks to the floor with me and tugs me into his lap. "None of what she said is true."

"But isn't it? We didn't think this through. We jumped into bed without considering anyone but ourselves, and that's wrong. I didn't want you to regret this. I didn't want you to hurt, or feel like you cheated, or—"

"I don't feel like I cheated," he replies. "Caroline and I weren't happy for a long time before you even came back into town. This decision would have happened regardless of whether or not you showed up. Did I predict us sleeping together last night? No. Was it too soon? Maybe. Do I regret it? Hell no." He kisses the top of my head, and despite the sadness, my heart does a little pitter-patter.

"You swear? You're probably going to be the next hated person in town for a good five years. Trust me, it's not enjoyable."

Tilting my chin up so I look into his eyes, the expression leaves me breathless. I don't even have to ask if he's certain he doesn't regret it. I can tell just from the way he's staring at me.

"I would do it all over again if it ended with the same result," he reassures. "You're worth it, Macey. What we have is worth it."

Letting out a huge sigh of relief, I slump against his chest. "This entire morning for us was ruined. It was our first time waking up next to each other, and it didn't go at all like I thought it would."

"It's not ruined." He rises to his feet, still holding me in his arms, and flops us both onto the bed. I'm fully on top of his body, his hands gripping my waist, and when that wide grin falls onto his lips, I lose my train of thought. "How did you think this morning would go, Macey?"

"Um..." I inhale a sharp breath as he slides a large hand underneath his t-shirt on me and squeezes my ass.

"Can I tell you how I thought this morning would go?"

I nod, not a coherent thought in my head.

He rolls me onto my back now, lying on his side right beside me. "I expected to wake up to you just like this. I'd stare into those gorgeous eyes of yours, I'd pinch myself to make sure this wasn't all a dream, and then..." He slides a hand between my thighs, feeling the wetness already gathered there. With a dark, sultry laugh, he sinks between my legs. "I can't wait to say good morning to you like this for the rest of my life, Macey Taylor."

My back is already arching, and the second his tongue hits my clit, I'm a goner. I no longer care about Caroline showing up. I no longer care about the opinions of everyone in town. This right here... What Wyatt and I have... I wouldn't trade it for the entire world. We just found our way back to each other, and nothing, no one, is going to come between us.

His tongue is like magic. I find it hard to believe he hasn't had experience with anyone but me because the man has skills like a pornstar. I'm writhing beneath him, my toes curling, and in seconds, not minutes, but seconds, I'm shattering beneath him into a million fragments.

He takes the opportunity to slide home, catching my gasp with his mouth. I feel complete, and his pure fullness brings tears to my eyes. I don't know how I ever fucked this up. Why I would ever want to fuck this up. He's always been the one for me. There's never been anyone else perfectly designed and created solely for me.

"So wet," he pants. "God damn, Macey. I'm gonna come."

My nails dig into his back as they travel down his spine, his thrusts becoming wild and sporadic. I feel the sweat off of his body slide onto mine, and together, we're one, sticky mess as he curls his body and grunts. Hot spurts of come fill me up, each twitch of his cock completely welcomed.

"Will I ever get back to lasting more than five minutes?" Wyatt asks, collapsing onto his back. "I know I lasted longer when we were in high school. I don't remember being this...uncontrolled."

I kiss his lips, then his neck, and then his chest. "Sorry. I can't help that I've only gotten more attractive with age."

He laughs. "You've always been fine as hell. Come on, let's shower and get somethin' to eat."

As Wyatt cleans me off in the shower, holding me close against his chest, I find myself not wanting to leave the walls of his house. As soon as we do, we're going to face the opinions of not only everyone in town but also Wyatt's friends, his mom... Everyone who knows what I did to him. And while I may have earned Wyatt's forgiveness, I definitely haven't earned theirs.

"Eggs and bacon?" Wyatt sets me down on the counter still in just his t-shirt, and when I eagerly nod, he places the ingredients and mixing bowl beside me, giving me a once-over. "I'm the luckiest man in the world," he says.

But even as he says it, I know it isn't true. He deserves better after what I did, and maybe the biggest forgiveness I'm seeking of all isn't from Wyatt, his mom, his friends, or the town... Maybe it's my own.