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God, I hope I can work up the courage to ask him if he'd ever consider playing with the others. Because the further I fall for him, the more I hope we can make it all work. For both of us.

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YOU'LL GET TO HAVE SOME FUN

CAM

Friday morning finally arrives,and after five days of night shifts, combined with not seeing Imogen, I'm exhausted and horny. It's an interesting combination, and one that definitely means I will not be getting much sleep, despite the fatigue running through me in waves.

Letting myself into the house, I debate on whether I should try to get a workout in before going to sleep. Or if I should just throw myself into bed now and hope the exhaustion outweighs the relentless need to fuck my hand and imagine it's Imogen's pussy.

In all my years with Peta, I never once felt like this. A burning ache has been growing steadily worse since she waved us goodbye on Tuesday evening on my far too quick visit. We've been messaging non-stop while she's been travelling, but that doesn't make the time apart any easier to deal with.

I'm going to her place as soon as she gets back from her trip this evening, and I plan to fuck her the second I walk in the door.

I decide to head to the gym, hoping it will tire me out enoughto drift off afterward. I change out of my uniform and slip into my workout gear.

Arriving at the gym at the same time as the early morning commuters are leaving, I snag a spot right in front of the entrance and head inside.

And come face to face with Annika.

Sighing, I run a hand through my hair. "Seriously, have you got a tracking device on my car, or something?"

She laughs. "No, this time is a complete coincidence, I swear. I just finished a Pilates class."

Her hair is damp with sweat, and her skin has a healthy glow, so I guess her story checks out. Still not sure I buy it, though.

"But now that I've got you," she continues.

And there it is.

"What?" I ask, exhaustion hitting me again.

Although this time I'm pretty sure it's because my girlfriend's best friend is about to bail me up about something and not the five night-shifts I've just worked.

Shit, girlfriend? Is that what she is?

My internal dilemma must be written all over my face, because Annika smirks as she studies me. "You doing okay there, Cam?"

"Yep, fine. What's up?"

She hesitates for a moment, before moving a little closer and dropping the volume of her voice. "I know Imogen mentioned that she and I... And Sebastian..."

Not needing her to explain further, I nod, crossing my arms. "Yeah, she did."

"And?"

Not entirely sure where she's going with this, I cock my head to the side. "And what?"

She moves closer again. "And you're cool with it?"

I shrug. "Yeah. I told Imogen that."

She shakes her head with a sigh. "She doesn't believe you."

I frown as I try to work out what is happening right now. "Okay... But I literally told her I'm fine with it. I don't want her to feel like she has to change."

"See, that's what I said!" she says, her voice rising before she looks around to make sure no one is paying attention to us.

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