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She had never come like that before in her life. It was like he’d known exactly what to say and do to send her over the edge.
Bugger it.
She really needed to get over this. To stop thinking about him.
There were other things she needed to do rather than obsess over Travis Andrews.
Right.
Like obsess over whether she felt brave enough to leave the states and get on with her life. She suddenly realized how cold she was. And how . . . itchy she felt.
A shower. What she needed was a shower. She knew it wasn’t a healthy coping mechanism for dealing with the stress and turmoil.
But neither was overfilling an already full pantry. Or sleeping in that pantry.
You don’t need food.
You have enough.
You’re not going hungry.
After turning the shower on hot, she climbed in. Instantly, the shivering stopped. But the urge to clean herself was too much to resist.
So she grabbed her favorite shower gel that smelled like birthday cake and washed herself.
Over and over until her brain started to quiet. And when it got noisy again.
Well, she did it all over again.
19
“Lacey? Everything okay?” Travis asked as he took her call. He pulled into the underground parking lot of Raptor Inc and parked by the elevator. “Is there something wrong with Caren?”
It was Tuesday morning and three days since he’d heard from her.
He fucking hated it.
There had been a number of times that he’d picked up his phone to check on her and put it back down. He’d also driven past her apartment multiple times. He’d even gone to Whip It on Saturday night to see if he could get her out of his brain.
It hadn’t really worked.
He’d attempted to play with a couple of subs, but in the end his heart hadn’t been in it. And instead, he’d just ended up moving around, monitoring other people’s play.
It had all felt pointless.
Fuck. He was being completely ridiculous.
Today, he was going to message her. This silence had gone on too long. They were friends. And he was . . . concerned about her.
There. That sounded good.
They just both had to get past that kiss . . .
Although it was the rest that was harder to forget. Hearing her pant and moan, the way she’d clenched down on his fingers as she’d come.
Yeah, those parts were impossible to forget.
However, he knew he had to push those memories down deep if he wanted to continue a friendship with her.
