“That’s the last of them,” Farrow calls from the hallway as he sets a box down on the entry table.

“Don’t leave them in there,” Betsy scolds from the kitchen. “Those are the plates; we need them in the kitchen.” Betsy exchanges a knowing glance with me and chuckles indulgently. “Boys.”

I smirk. “I know, right?”

We’re setting up my new apartment in California, just a few blocks from campus. It’s cozy, smaller than I’m used to, but I love that about it. It feels like a real home, not a fairy tale tower that I’m trapped in.

Especially when Farrow walks into the kitchen, a stack of boxes in his arms, sweat staining the tight T-shirt he wore to help me move in. I wait until he sets the plates down before I pull him into a quick embrace, kissing his cheek. He, of course, takes advantage and kisses my neck, grabbing my ass in a quick squeeze. I break away from him, laughing, flushing, but Betsy has turned away from us to fiddle with the stove. I catch a glimpse of a smirk on her mouth though, and relax.

She insisted on flying out with us to help move me in, “and to make sure the poor girl doesn’t starve to death,” she added. I appreciate it, especially considering how few times I’ve cooked for myself. She promised to teach me this week though, so I should be good in the future.

There’s a knock at the door and my heart leaps again.

“Cece!” I cry out, racing for the front door.

My sister bursts through in a bundle of excitement, wrapping me up in a huge hug almost before she’s across the threshold.

Cece has been a lifesaver, talking to the university for me, explaining that I’d been unavoidably detained by a family emergency at home. I’ll be busy for the next month catching up on my classes, but my professors have promised to let me make up the time, which is all I can really ask for.

As for our father, he’s been in hiding ever since the video I made crossed the desk of every single one of his business partners. Farrow had spent the last few years making a detailed list of anyone remotely connected to Dad, and that more than paid off in letting us spread the word of his crooked dealings. Cece thinks that’s why I was detained. That I was busy finding out about Dad and dealing with his shady business.

Luckily, now that Farrow and I have erased every post from either of us on the auction site, Cece will never know the truth. She’ll never know what I went through, or what Dad was willing to do to her.

“How are you doing?” Cece asks, frowning at me.

I smooth her hair from her forehead, smiling at her. “Just great. Seriously. It’s a relief now that it’s all over.”

“I just can’t believe…” She stops dead, gaping at something over my shoulder.

I turn around to find Farrow leaning in the doorway, smirking at the two of us. I laugh and gesture him over. “Farrow, this is my sister. Cece, this is Farrow.”

“Farrow, huh?” She eyes him up and down with a widening grin. “Damn, not a bad job considering how impossible Dad made it for you to date, Pamona.”

I snort, and Farrow laughs too, and then all three of us are laughing. Farrow’s hugging Cece, asking her about her studies, about how she likes it here in California, and suddenly, my chest hurts.

I could burst with happiness right now.

Cece lingers long enough to help me unpack a little, all the while grilling Farrow and me. When she asks how we met, we just exchange a long look, both of us laughing, and then I tell Cece, “He was my savior in a bad situation,” and she narrows her eyes like she wants to ask more, but I’ll make up a better story for her in time.

In the meantime, Farrow and I can laugh at the joke privately, knowing how strange our story is, how unique. Nobody can say they went through exactly what we did to meet, that’s for sure.

Cece heads home late that evening, though only after questioning how often Farrow will be visiting me—“it had better be often, if you’re serious about my sister,” she added, and I couldn’t help laughing at her defensive attitude. Farrow assured her he’d be seeing me at least once a week—it’s not like the airfare bothers him. But privately, he’s already told me he’s hunting for a condo to buy in the area. He says he can’t stand to be away from me for very long.

After Cece leaves, and Betsy after her, I close the door behind them, sagging against it. It’s been a long day—a happy one, but a long one, with all the unpacking and organizing I had to do. Still, the apartment is starting to look like a real home now, and I couldn’t be happier.

But of course, we’re finally alone now, and neither of us really want to end the day. Not yet.

Farrow crosses the room to catch me in his arms and kiss me hard, and I kiss him back, arms around his neck.

“What are you thinking about?” he murmurs, trailing his lips down the side of my neck.

“How much I’m going to miss you in between visits,” I admit, biting my lip.

He leans back to catch my eye, tsking. “I told you, Pamona, I’ll be here every weekend. And if there’s ever an emergency, and you need me sooner…” He kisses the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my jawline. “In the meantime, I have your drawing to keep me company in my office.”

I sigh and relax into his embrace. “How long until the condo purchase goes through, you think?”

He laughs low in his throat. “If you’re worried about me, you can always send me some naughty photos on the weekdays. Keep me distracted.” He catches my eye with a knowing grin.

I nip at his lower lip, then kiss him harder. “What about you? Are you going to keep me busy with dirty pics too?”

In response, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the living room. “And to think, just a month ago you were my innocent little virgin. Now you’re asking me for nude photos.” He tosses me onto the couch, and I squeal as I land. But he’s already leaping on top of me, pinning me down.

“I’m not your virgin anymore,” I point out, squirming beneath him. Arching my hips up to press my hips against his, feeling the hard press of his cock between us.

He groans a little, low in his throat, and I grin and wrap my legs around his waist, arching against him harder. “I disagree,” he says, leaning down to bite my neck. “You might not be innocent anymore, but you’ll always be my naughty virgin.”

I sigh and run my hands through his hair. Tug him against me, and kiss his cheek, his jawline, nipping at his earlobe. “And you’ll always be trouble. My dark savior.”

He chuckles and runs his hands down my sides, gripping me tight. “I always planned to be your first, Pamona.” He leans back to catch my eye. Both of us are grinning, and when he kisses me again, it’s long and slow and sets my whole body on fire. I arch against him, feeling his muscles pressed against my body, his cock between my legs, rubbing across my clit, making me gasp and wrap my legs tighter around him, grinding against him.

He leans back to catch my eye, a slow fire burning in his, and I still, stunned all over again by the feelings I have for him, how intensely I want him.

“One thing I never expected, though,” he says, and I run my hands through his hair as he gazes into my eyes. “I never expected to be your last.”

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