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Hey guys! just wanted to tell y'all that i think this book will be finished by late winter/early spring. After that, I will begin working on the second book of this series, Make Me. love y'all!

Burgundy's POV:


It occurred to me that I finally didn't care at all about my supposed "mate" anymore. It was easy to forget, though, with a cat curled into my side and the (yes, I know, cliche) guy of my dreams at my side. Adam snored quietly with an arm draped around my naked waist. I yawned, then turned around and curled into Adam's front, forgetting the cat. Sleepily, he pulled us together, hip against hip, chest against chest. Did I mention we were naked? I flushed, but then relaxed into his warm embrace. He opened a eye and grinned lazily at me. "Morning." he said, kissing the corner of mouth.

I wrapped my arm around the side of his torso and snaked it around to his back and stroked the smooth, tan skin there. "Mmmmm, baby, don't stop." he murmured against my cheek. His fingers lazily traced the edges of one of the tattoos I had on my hip. Heat pulsed there, and sent shocks up my spine. I arched into his touch and he grinned down at me. I closed my eyes, relishing his touch on my skin. His fingers swirled hot circles across my skin, under the blanket. It suddenly became too hot, the temperature shooting up in my body. "Adam..." I groaned. He smiled wickedly down at me.

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I eventually had to go home. Well, home being Nellie and Max, that is. I had stayed two and a half days at his house, I shouldn't be complaining. He drove us home in silence the following day. Feeling quite awkward, I connected my phone to his aux cord in his car and started to play Tennis Court by Lorde (Flume Remix) and we started to jam out. It was hilarious, really, because we're driving down this well-to-do neighborhood, both of us wearing leather jackets, jeans, and dark sunglasses, banging out heads to the sick beat. We eventually look at each other and start to cry laughing because an old lady comes out in slippers yelling at us "hoodlums". 

Our response was to scream out the lyrics of the song: 

Because I'm doing this for the thrill of it, killin' it
Never not chasing a million things I want
And I am only as young as the minute is full of it
Getting pumped up from the little bright things I bought
But I know they'll never own me

She shook her little fist at us and we gave her the finger and sped away.

Laughing, when we arrived at my dorm, he got out quickly and went around the car to open my door for me. When I got out I kissed him and said, "Bye, Adam. I'll text you." he smiled and bowed low. "And I'll text you back, Burgundy. I lov-" he stopped abruptly and shook his head curiously. "I've known you less than a week and I almost just said 'I love you'. Sorry, I don't know where that came from."

He was about to get back into the car when I ran over to him and said, "Don't be sorry, babe. I love you." I reached up and held his head in my hands and kissed him squarely on the forehead. I quickly ran back inside so that he didn't see my blushing face. 

Burgundy?!?! What the fuck did you do that for? I beat myself mentally as I scrambled up the stairs to Room 119. I opened the door and stopped. There was a man sitting on my bed, stroking a butcher knife. He looked up at me nonchalantly and said, "Oh. There you are. I've been waiting for you." and grinned evilly at me.

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