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Sweet, but balanced. The carbonation lifts it, little sparks bursting across my tongue before settling smooth and clean. \u201cHoly shit,\u201d Ashton says, smacking his lips. \u201cThis is incredible.\u201d I let out a breath and take another sip, slower this time, letting myself enjoy it. \u201cYou really think so?\u201d He turns toward me fully now, animated, all that restrained energy finally spilling loose. \u201cI know so. People are going to lose their minds over this.\u201d<\/p>\n

He gestures with his glass, nearly sloshing cider onto the couch. \u201cYou nailed it, Troy.\u201d A grin spreads across his face, bright and boyish. \u201cI can\u2019t wait to prove my dad wrong,\u201d he adds, a little breathless. \u201cI mean\u2014no offense\u2014but he thought this whole partnership was a mistake.\u201d He shakes his head, still amazed.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you\u2019re really talented. You should be proud of yourself.\u201d I just stare at him. The words land heavier than I expect them to, settling somewhere deep in my chest with pride. Coming from him, it means everything. I swallow, then meet his gaze. \u201cYou know, I couldn\u2019t have done this without you.\u201d<\/p>\n

His smile falters, just slightly. \u201cWhat?\u201d \u201cI mean it,\u201d I say. \u201cYou\u2019re taking a chance on me. You\u2019re going against your dad\u2019s wishes.\u201d I nudge his knee lightly with mine. \u201cThat takes guts. You should be proud of yourself for standing up for what you want.\u201d He stares at me for a moment, his eyes flickering between mine, searching. Something soft cracks open in his expression, and for just a second, I swear his eyes glisten. He blinks quickly and exhales through his nose.<\/p>\n

Without saying a word, he reaches for his glass and sets it down beside mine on the coffee table. Then he shifts closer, closer, until suddenly he\u2019s climbing into my lap, facing me. My breath hitches at the weight of him, the warmth, the way his knees bracket my hips like it\u2019s the most natural thing in the world.<\/p>\n

\u201cAshton\u2014\u201d I start, but the word dies in my throat. He wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight, burying his face against my shoulder. His breath blows hot against the side of my neck, his nose nuzzled beneath my ear. I don\u2019t hesitate. I slide my arms around him, holding him just as firmly, my chin brushing his temple. I can feel his heartbeat pounding against my chest. \u201cThank you,\u201d he murmurs, so softly I almost miss it.<\/p>\n

My hand glides along his back in slow, soothing strokes, and I feel him relax beneath my touch. He feels solid and warm, his body draped over mine, so heavy it\u2019s almost suffocating. Not that I\u2019m complaining. If this is how I die, being smothered by Ashton Tremblay seems like a pretty great way to go. When he finally leans back, I draw in a deep breath.<\/p>\n

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No generative artificial intelligence (AI) was used in the writing of this book. No part of this book may be used to train AI. Cover illustration by @isabel._.smithh on Instagram. Editing services by Rebecca Joy. 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Introduction Content Warnings 1. Chapter One 2. Chapter Two 3. Chapter Three 4. Chapter Four 5. Chapter Five 6. Chapter Six 7. Chapter Seven 8. Chapter Eight 9. Chapter Nine 10. Chapter Ten 11. Chapter Eleven 12. Chapter Twelve 13. Chapter Thirteen 14. Chapter Fourteen 15.<\/p>\n

Chapter Fifteen 16. Chapter Sixteen 17. Chapter Seventeen 18. Chapter Eighteen 19. Chapter Nineteen 20. Chapter Twenty 21. Chapter Twenty-One 22. Chapter Twenty-Two 23. Chapter Twenty-Three 24. Chapter Twenty-Four 25. Chapter Twenty-Five 26. Chapter Twenty-Six 27. Chapter Twenty-Seven 28. Chapter Twenty-Eight 29. Chapter Twenty-Nine 30. Chapter Thirty 31. Chapter Thirty-One 32. Chapter Thirty-Two 33. Chapter Thirty-Three 34. Chapter Thirty-Four 35. Chapter Thirty-Five 36. Chapter Thirty-Six 37. Chapter Thirty-Seven 38. Chapter Thirty-Eight 39.<\/p>\n

Chapter Thirty-Nine 40. Chapter Forty 41. Epilogue Acknowledgements About the author 1kitap1.com\/en Introduction Cherry Season is the second book in the Claremont Shores series, following Singing Sands. Set in the same lakeside town, the series is made up of interconnected standalone novels that can each be enjoyed independently. Returning readers may recognize familiar characters and overlapping timelines.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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