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Fuck. Probably. And it wasn’t like she was ready to hear the truth. Shit, maybe I could never tell her the real reason or else she’d think I was a creep.

Me: I’ve always enjoyed coming to Ballarat, the quietness of it. Melbourne’s too cramped. Too chaotic. The country’s always appealed to me.

Maya: I can completely understand that. But don’t you miss it even a little? Miss your family being close?

Me: Not at all with the city. And I see the family enough and they’re not far away.

Maya: True. Anyway, what are you going to do for your Saturday night?

Me: What I’m doing now. Sitting in my living room drawing, and watching Die Hard.

Maya: Bruce Willis is a legend. But I thought you’d be heading to the clubhouse at least.

Me: Nah, not feeling it. You going out drinking?

She threw back at me:Nah, not feeling it, followed immediately by another text.Swan and I are sitting by the pool for a while and then we’re thinking of going to the movies. Sounds lame, I know.

Me: Not at all. Hell, I’m home on my own.

Maya: LOL. I’m surprised you don’t have anyone there with you.

She still thought I was after someone to just warm my bed.

Me: Not interested.

Maya: Um, okay? Anyway, we’re about to go. TTYL.

Me: Later.

After that, the days seemed to drag, though it was lucky that work was always entertaining. But I still couldn’t wait for the night. For when we’d text more. We talked about random things, work, life, music, and movies. What I liked most about her texts was knowing that I was on her mind.

Only there was a small problem with us being in contact all the time. Well, not small. But when Maya was constantly on my mind, my dick was hard half the time.

I placed my phone on the couch and glanced down to see the tent in my grey tracksuit pants. Palming my hard-on, I squeezed. A thrill shot through me.

Fuck.

Clenching my jaw, I scooted my arse down a little and tugged the front of my pants down, gripping my hardness. Closing my eyes, I pumped my hand over my dick and brought up an image of Maya sitting close to me on the couch but not touching. However, her eyes were drinking me in as I jerked off.

For her, I’d run my warm, tattooed hand up and down my cock at a fast pace, like I was doing on my own, with the tip already leaking. In my imagination, Maya’s breathing would accelerate, pushing her tits up and down, and slowly, she’d run her hands over them, teasing me with a pinch to her nipples.

Christ.

I wished she was here. Wished she was watching. I wanted to see the desire in her eyes, the way she wouldn’t be able to control herself by sliding a hand into her panties to touch—

“Shit,” I hissed as my cum erupted and landed on my bare chest.

Panting, I looked down at the mess I’d made while thinking, hoping I didn’t embarrass myself when I did have the chance to have Maya in front of me in that way.

CHAPTERTWELVE

MAYA

Inibbled on my thumbnail as I stared down at my phone. Texas and I had been messaging, and sometimes calling, each other since I’d left. I liked talking with him. But I couldn’t help but wonder if he minded that it was his friend’s sister taking up his time, and if I annoyed him with the randomness of our conversations.

But he messaged you first.

He had.

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