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She takes clothes out of her dresser as I cover myself up and I watch her disappear out the door

I wake up pressed against a warled withto relance around the roos The Grandmaster Flash poster next to the Credence Clearwater fabric scroll throwsfrohts and it makes me dizzy

Mother of God, my head hurts like a bitch and h leaving her lips, and I try to get a look at her Long, golden hair lies across the pillow and I freeze

I know that hair I’ve spent ers through it

Lucy rolls, burying her face in es flash through ht I ditched the girl that was ready and willing I couldn’t get Lucy’s face out of my head, noJessie controlho her this Hell I wanted inside her so fucking bad I had full intentions of telling her all sorts of shit

And then…Lucy took care of my drunk ass She cleaned up my puke and watched over me She told me I wasn’t a loser

I let my hand skim over her hair It’s softer than I envisioned and I like it wayabout this hippie chick

This can’t be good for either of us

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Lucy

I shiftcloser to the solid war that feels suspiciously like a… Oh, my… Holy shit I slowly open my eyes Yes, that’s Park’s naked chest underis definitely on an ever hardening penis Park’s ever hardening penis

How did we end up under the same blanket? I was so careful to use my own separate cover since he was drunk and naked

Park Reed is naked, in oods I feel his chest vibrate underat id with the realization that I’there, buddy," I say I mean to say it bravely, as if I am completely unaffected by his--him, but my voice is thick froo fully erect underto do with a ht now, Lucy," he breathes and I’ me to move closer This is not uys Even if they are undeniably gorgeous

"Lucy," he pleads, and I roll away, tucking the comforter in between us

"Sorry We had our own blankets last night I didn’t ht to even out

The definition of lust is: an intense sexual desire or illicit appetite

I know I looked it up

My appetite is intensely, and illicitly, desiring sex with Park right now

Lust is a bitch

I wish I didn’t like hi Jessie insists he is That would probably--though ad, even breath I will not be another notch on his bedpost

The bed moves and I tip toward hi down at over I’m sure he has, but his eyes are that warm brown frootten used to lately All his features are soft, open, and it makes me want to crawl back on top of hiht You didn’t have to do that" He shakes his head "Most people wouldn’t have So, thanks"

I nod s "I’ll live"

I bite my lip and sit up "You hit it when you fell It wouldn’t stop bleeding" I take another deep breath "You scared the shit out of ers, searching for the wound I place e bump on the back of his skull He hisses when he makes contact "Ah Okay" I dropyou"

"Did you drive like that?"