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Relief coursed through my veins when he took a step
toward me and settled on the couch beside me, not saying a
word.
A moment passed between us, I smiled – almost a timid
smile, and we turned to face the TV at the same time.
A few minutes later, the brutal tension dissolved, and
our shoulders shook with silent laughter at the scene we
were watching. Our knees were touching, the briefest
touch, but my skin tingled. My pulse raced like a freight
train, and my heart palpitated; he was laughing, and I was
laughing, and the world had never felt so right in that mere
second.
I wanted to cherish this moment, so afterward, years
later, when Maddox and I had been torn apart by our
unspoken feelings, I’d remember what it felt like to be this
close to him.
LATER THAT NIGHT, sleep didn’t come easy. I tossed and
turned, thinking about Maddox and our upcoming trip to
Paris. Was this going to be a mistake? Maybe. Probably.
But I couldn’t say no, and I wanted to spend this time
with him.
Just the two of us.
The ache between my legs was back again, my body
tensing with frustration.
Ever since that night – the night Maddox was drunk, my
body had been on fire, burning, skin tight with need and
aching.
And no matter how much I masturbated, I still felt so
empty after, never fully satisfied.
My clit swelled and throbbed. Reaching over, I grabbed
my second pillow and pressed it between my legs. My eyes
squeezed shut as I rocked my hips, back and forth, against