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My fingers were still in his hair, my breasts still pressed to his chest My head fell back as he continued to tease the skin on ue

I let out a sigh One of want and need One of obvious frustration

Oh, if only I could say to hell with ht But I knew that co to leave his bed I’d want iven ether in the past He’d wanted ht

By the third week, I’d realized I’d held his attention longer than any other woman I’d known of, and that’s when the panic had set in I’d instantly started to doubt un obsessing over when, exactly, he’d start cheating on me I’d had to end it before he did, or before he slipped My fragile ego—thanks to The Lying, Cheating Bastard and

Thesewater on a fire I rabbed lass and took several sips of wine as I put both physical and emotional distance between us

He scowled ataway? Really, babe?”

“Yes And maybe you shouldn’t call me that We’re just friends”

“Are we?” he challenged A legitimate question, but one I didn’t dwell on

“Yes Go be bad with someone else My heart can’t take it”

His scowl vanished “You know I’d never hurt you”

“Not on purpose, no But let’s face it, you’re…into wo

onmy business”

A hollow laugh froht that excuse was An easy scapegoat I’d created for et that”

“We’re not talking about dating We’re talking about sex And I just can’t have it one time with you and not feel used”

He stood as well and pushed a hand through his hair in apparent frustration “You’re the one who believes it’ll just be a one-ti What if I want more than that? What if I want to try a relationship with you again? Only this tiet to step out of it simply because you’re afraid I’ll cheat on you”