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“The first time I had sex…well, it sucked. This was so much better. You’re always sweet in your domineering way. Thanks for that.”

“Welcome,” I say, kissing her nose and then climbing out of bed to go wash up. “Are you okay? Was it too much?” I ask when I'm back in bed.

“It was uncomfortable for a second, but it felt so good at the same time.”

We lay wrapped up in each other for some time, mostly in silence. Then the moment goes completely to shit.

“So…about tomorrow—” I begin, trying to figure out where her head’s at. Charlie can’t find out, and I can’t deal with Lily throwing a tantrum tomorrow expecting something more than what this is. A fling. An inappropriate two-week fling. Maybe in between fucking, we should’ve had a conversation about this.

“I’m going to head on over to my house,” she interrupts, detangling herself from me and reaching down to tag her clothes from the floor.

“Okay, sure,” I say, looking for my own clothes among the mess. Well, I guess we don’t need to have the talk.

“I have to head out really early tomorrow in order to make it to my class and I don’t want to be here if Charlie comes home earlier than planned. I really should’ve left today.”

“No, yeah, of course,” I say, because this is precisely why I didn’t want to start something to begin with. Well, this and the age thing and the being-my-daughter’s-best-friend thing. There’s really nothing right about Lily and me together.

How can we ever be in the same room again? It’s not like I can avoid her when she’s visiting Charlie. She’ll always be in my life somehow. I’m deep in thought when she finishes zipping up her jeans with a little jump and then leans down and kisses me on the lips.

“Thanks, and uh…see ya,” she says casually.

“Yeah, see you, Lily.” Her casual confidence falters a little as she scrambles out of my house.

That was our farewell fuck. Which is what I wanted.

Right?

10

LILY

Damn it. It got weird.

But what was I supposed to do? School starts tomorrow, he reminded me.

He. Reminded. Me.

He also reminded me that Charlie was coming back tomorrow.

He’d made it clear from the beginning this was a fling. According to him, Charlie can’t find out. I really didn’t think Charlie would care. I mean, she would have an immediate tantrum over it, but afterwards she’d be okay with it.

Truth be told, I’d essentially thrown myself on him, and he was, after all, just a man. A man with needs. Now it was over, and I had to suck it up and accept it. Breaking down into a crying fit or acting clingy was specifically what he didn’t want and didn’t need. I walked out of his house, even though I wanted to throw myself on him and have him beg me to stay. But I kept walking pretending to be cool. Badass-biker-babe cool. Cool and casual.

When I walk into my empty house, empty of people and of furniture, I realize this would be the last time I’d be sleeping here. I walk one final time, doing one last check of the house as I turn off all the lights. I’m going to miss this house, this neighborhood, Charlie, and now, I’m really going to miss Linc.

Tears leak out of my eyes as I curl up in my bed for the last time.

The next day, I’m locking the door and sticking the key into the lockbox for the realtor when I hear Linc’s voice. “Hey, wait up.”

With my car keys in one hand and my oversized purse in the other, I meet him by my car. “I was just…” I point my thumb over my shoulder. “I was leaving.”

“Yeah, I see that,” he says, taking my bag off my shoulder and stuffing it into the passenger’s seat of my car. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” I lie and then deflate and admit the truth. “Shitty, actually.”

“I know, baby,” he says, tucking some hair behind my ear. “Me too.”

“I missed you,” I admit. For nearly two weeks we slept together, and I really liked the feel of it. “I’m sorry it got weird last night.”

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