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I wake too soon, feeling eyes on me. “Good morning,” I mumble against the pillow when I see her sweet face next to mine. My head whips up once I realize that hours must have passed and she’s still here.

“What’s wrong? Why are you home?” I ask, fearing the worst again like something else bad happened since last night. “Are you okay?” My mind is disoriented and reaping with negative thoughts.

“Nothing’s wrong, everything is fine.” She laughs at my half-awake distressed state. “I called Latisha last night after you left and she insisted that I take the day off. So, I slept in, but I did just get back from my run. I needed to clear my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dennis.”

I notice then that she’s freshly showered, her hair piled on top of her head. The small wispy pieces are still damp. I let my head fall back in relief that there isn’t any more bad news for the moment.

“Sorry, I’m a little amped up. Malec said Dennis is in a coma,” I tell her honestly, not wanting to keep her in the dark about her coworker.

She nods her head, frowning at my words. “Latisha told me. She talked to his wife this morning. We’re going to start a meal train and send flowers.” She shrugs and we sit in thoughtful silence. Nothing will fix what’s happened but it’s a nice gesture regardless.

Thea isn’t used to this type of violence like I am and I don’t want to upset her further when there isn’t anything more we can do. She starts playing with the ends of my hair right below my ear after a few minutes and I take it as a sign that she needs a distraction.

“What time is it?” I squint at the bright light coming in the windows, too tired to gauge what time it might be. I never remember to take advantage of her curtains before I climb into bed.

“It’s eleven. I was going to make some lunch, but then I couldn’t resist getting back into bed with you for a few minutes.” She smiles softly, tracing my jaw with her fingertip. It’s those light touches she offers me that make me willing to do anything for her. Those small expressions of conquering her fears keep getting bolder every day.

Her finger moves along my chin and across the scruff that I can’t stand but keep long for appearance’s sake. The hair on my head hasn’t been this long in my life. Jay keeps it messy because he’s a messy guy.

“I usually keep it shorter,” I tell her when she reaches for the ends of my hair again.

“I like it. I don’t know what you look like without it, but I can imagine you’re pretty hot no matter what.” She smiles, shyly.

“I can’t wait to shave,” I admit. Her eyes ping to my facial hair longingly; I assume it’s because she likes it. “I usually just clean it up and make it shorter. I won’t get rid of it.”

“Good.” She giggles when she realizes she’s been read like a book. “I like how you look.” She blushes and it sends a signal straight to my cock. My morning wood was already stiff beneath me, but now I’m hard as a rock, and she’s not helping.

“Thea. If you keep blushing like that I’m going to want to see how hard you blush when you cum.” I watch her cheeks redden even more at my words, but she doesn’t shy away, instead, her eyes blaze with curiosity.

“Okay,” she whispers, making my dick strain painfully against my underwear.

“Where are those toys?” My blood is pulsing in my ears. She reaches over to her nightstand, where I’m just noticing the drawer has also been replaced, and pulls out a vibrating wand.

“Would you like to review your investment?” She teases, but I have a feeling she’s stalling, so I play along for a minute.

I sit up, grabbing it from the pillow between us where she placed it. I click through the buttons, feeling the settings. I’m not overly experienced with women using vibrators, but I get the gist. As much as I want to feel Thea myself and drive her to orgasm with my touch, this will do for now.

I leave the toy with her and move to the chair sitting across from the foot of her bed. I want to be near her, but I need space to stay in control of myself.

Only in my underwear, I don’t bother hiding away my erection and she notices, eyeing it with intrigue. Exactly why I needed some distance between us, I’m trying to be strong but I’m no saint.

I get comfortable, leaning back and spreading my legs so she can see the tent in my lap. So she can see exactly how much she turns me on. “Take your sweatshirt off, baby.”

She hesitates at first, not wanting to tear her eyes from me, but eventually moves to do as I said. She slides her oversized crew neck over her head, exposing her toned belly and light pink bra. Though, it’s not much of a bra, it’s held together with a few strings and lace, and practically see-through. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“My God. Do you wear that under your clothes every day?” I’m going to be imagining it each day for the rest of my life.

“Sometimes. Bralettes are more comfortable than regular bras,” she answers shyly as if she has to explain herself.

“It’s perfect, Thea. You’re so sexy it hurts.” I suck in lungfuls of air, trying to stay in my right mind. Fuck, I want her.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Thea

I’m slightly concerned that the arms of my chair might crack with the grip that Jesse has on them, but then again I can’t find much thought to care. The way he’s looking at me is all-consuming.

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