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Below me, Verity answers, but I’m not asking her.

Skye nods.

“Touch yourself.” My eyes stay fixed on her. I’m going to fucking blow my load if she obeys.

Skye hesitates momentarily.

“Do it for me,” I coax.

I try to mask my shock as she pulls her dress up to her waist, then pushes her hand inside her white lace panties.

“Now make yourself come for me, Skye.” She better come quick; I’m not going to last. She’s making the dreams I’ve had about her for years a reality.

Skye shows me her pussy, and it’s more beautiful than I could ever have imagined—pink, swollen, and I can see from here how wet she is for me.

She slides her fingers between her pussy lips, then circles her clit.

“Come for me, Skye,” I urge again.

She silently comes, taking me with her as she lets go, and I blow my load.

Her eyes grow wide, brows pinched, and before I know what’s happening, she vanishes.

What the fuck have I done?

2

SKYE

Four weeks ago

“We are over, Owen.”

He stares at me in disbelief.

I repeat myself, ensuring he gets the message. “Did you hear me? I said, we are over, Owen.”

“What do you mean, over?” He pulls his shoulders up toward his ears to prevent the rain from entering the neckline of his jacket.

Crossing my arms across my chest, I spell it out for him. “O.V.E.R. Over, Owen. We are through. Kaput. Finito. I am so done with your… shit.” I hate swearing, but he’s annoying me.

“My shit?”

“Yes, your shit. Your lack of interest in me. Thatshit.” I let out an exasperated sigh, angry at myself now for swearing three times in about ten seconds. “Tonight was your last chance. You made me a promise to try harder, but you broke it.” The shadow from my outside light shines down on his face, highlighting the deep circles under his eyes. He looks tired. “I spent four hours preparing dinner for you. Where have you been?”

“I’m sorry, baby. Please. I lost track of time. You’re the only good, normal part of my life. Please don’t do this. I’m fucking begging you, Skye. Don’t end us.” He sounds desperate.

“We can’t keep doing this,” I sigh, slowly shaking my head back and forth. “We need to stop kidding ourselves that this is what we both want.” I bite my lip, considering if I should say what I’ve been holding in, but decide he deserves my honesty. “We were just kids when we started dating, but we’ve become each other’s comfort blanket and that’s not healthy. There is no passion or love. Where is the spark? The wining and dining? The thoughtfulness? There is nothing between us other than friendship, Owen, and you know that.”

“Please, please. Don’t do this to me.” His hand clutches his chest as if I’d physically wounded him with my words. “I am genuinelysorry. I just have fuck tons of crap going on at the moment with my mom and dad.”

“But how am I supposed to know that if you never talk to me, Owen?”

Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he lets out a deep, long defeated sigh.

“I’m worried about you, but I can’t help if you refuse to open up to me. You’ve had years to talk to me. I’ve been right here.”

His mouth draws into a thin line as if he’s fighting to keep the words inside.

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