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Chime.

Seth:

I miss your scent. I miss your milk. I can almost taste you from here.

A shaky breath escaped me. My hand worked faster now, my nipples taut and aching under my fingers.

Chime.

Seth:

Don’t let a drop go to waste. Please. Leave it for me when you’re done. I’ll be grateful.

My fingers slipped on the glass bottle as a quiet, choked sound clawed up my throat.

God, what was wrong with me?

But I didn’t stop.

The words on the screen burned into me, sweet, filthy promises that tightened something low in my belly until it throbbed.

Chime.

Seth:

You’re so perfect like this. So full. So ready for me. Let me help. Let me drink. Let me have what’s mine.

A tremor rippled through me. My chest ached more fiercely now, but not from the pressure. From need.

I swiped clumsily across the screen.

Me:

My chest still aches. I can’t express fast enough.

The reply was instant.

Seth:

Unlock your door.

I’m coming up.

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SETH

I’d been at his window every night for two weeks.

Same spot. Same angle. Same routine.

It wasn’t even subtle anymore.

Somewhere deep down, I knew this wasn’t helping my case. If Flynn found out, it would confirm everything he already believed about me. That I was a liar and, worse, a pervert who couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

And yet, I couldn’t stay away.

I’d told myself the first night was an accident. I’d been restless, pacing the streets near his building just to feel close to him, and when I’d looked up, there he was.

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