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Without making full contact, our lips dance over one another, and I shiver from the flutter of pleasure.

“Talk to me. . .” he mumbles while tracing the backside of my hand with his thumb.

Every muscle in my body turns to putty. As he toys with my lips, I struggle to put what I want into words. Growing up, most of my wants and needs were ignored. It’s safe to say I’m not accustomed to having someone cater to me.

But now? It’s right at my fingertips; all I have to do is say it.

“I want you?—”

He nips at my bottom lip. “Speak to me,” he demands in a deep rumble, and a sensation I haven’t felt in a long time surfaces.

My core tightens as the image of him between my legs, touching me, taking me,fuckingme becomes too much to handle. Inhibitions and common sense are tossed into the wind. One more touch is all I need.

“One more time,” I murmur against his lips. “And then we can go back to being just friends.”

“Friends,” he repeats as his eyes glaze over.

“Just friends.”

He wraps his hand around mine, and I lean against him for support, more than ready for him to close the agonizing gap?—

“Theo!” A pounding fist meets his front door. “Are you home?” the woman shouts.

My spine jolts from the sudden interruption, and the haze around me clears. Before I can blink, I take a step back and take in a long inhale.

“Theo?” the stranger calls again.

With a groan, he drags himself from our orbit and goes to open the door. “Amanda?”

Oh great, her again.

Turning around, I put on a fake smile.

“You’re still here?”

And there it goes. Dad did say I could never control my facial features. With my hands on my hips, I click my tongue and allow a wide grin to replace the faux one.

“She lives here,” Theo answers for me.

The blonde’s eyes widen as she picks me apart. “And who are you again?”

“You know who I am, Amanda,” I fire back. “We’ve unfortunately met at least ten times.”

“Hmm, I don’t remember.” It’s like she’s trying to get under my skin. “Any way, I met Theo in college?—”

I cut her off with a chuckle. “I’ve known him since the tenth grade.”

“Ladies, let’s calm down.” Theo tries to ease the tension, but it doesn’t work.

“If you were important, I would have remembered you.”

“Perhaps all the blonde hair dye killed off the majority of your brain cells,” I say without thinking.

“What did you just say?” she snaps, nostrils flaring.

“Let’s all relax. There’s no need to get upset,” Theo says.

“She started it,” Amanda snarls.

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