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“She wants to record with him again?—”

“He can’t do that,” he says, and I nod.

“I agree.”

“You have to do everything you can to protect him from her. She’s a snake and will do whatever she can to weasel her way back into his life.”

“I promise,” I say with a firm nod. “I’ll protect him.”

Romantic feelings or not, Theo and I have always been there for one another. I have his back as he has mine. Amandaintimidates me, but she’s nothing but a mean girl. If she comes for Theo, I’ll defend him until I can’t. I’ll keep him safe; I owe it to him.

Robbie places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. “Promise me one more thing?”

I nod without hesitation.

“Trust your gut.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a firm hug. “Thank you, Robbie. For everything.”

With a sweet smile, he leaves, and I’m left swimming in the depths of my mind.

“I don’t need therapy! Ineeda loaded baked potato.”

I giggle on the living room couch, watching my favorite show while shoving a handful of chips in my mouth.

Heavy box one, Wren zero.

The credits roll, and I lick the salt off my fingers before my eyes wander to Theo’s bedroom door. It’s almost evening, and he said he would join for dinner. Is he still going at it? The image of him stroking his cock, throwing his head back as his mouth slightly parts, makes my core tighten.

I clear my throat, swing my feet off the cushions, and shift my eyes to the floor, but it doesn’t work to clear my mind.

“You’re stunning.”

The memory of his hands exploring my curves as we danced in the kitchen. How his eyes sparkled when he stared down at me, and how I desperately want to kiss him again.

“Speak to me.”

I stand up, and my legs bring me to his door on their own accord.

“I’m going to fuck you until all you can say is my name.”

My hand rests on the white wood, and I press my ear against it.

“One more time.”

Without another breath, I drop my hand and slowly turn the knob, surprised when it pushes open. Peeking into his room, I stop myself.

What am I doing? This is a boundary I cannot cross. I’m not a Peeping Tom, for fuck’s sake! So, why is my body acting on impulse? Why am I opening it farther, and looking in while holding my breath?

Because he’s created a monster.

A shaky exhale leaves my lips, and the band in my stomach pulls tighter, begging for release.

Theo is many things, but right now, he’s a god. I lock in on his profile. How his jaw drops slightly, and how his eyes close while he grunts. I take one step toward him, then another, but each one feels like stepping over a cliff’s edge. My heart races, awar between wanting him more than air and fearing this is all too fast. I wonder if he feels it too—the weight of wanting more—before his gaze locks with mine, and any hesitation crumbles, replaced by the dizzying urge to close the gap between us.

His dark hair is messy, and his mouth drops open before he moans, “Fuck, baby girl, like that, just like that.”

I should close the door, back away, and pretend this didn’t happen. I’ll go to my room, satisfy my growing desire by myself, and move on, but I don’t.

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