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How strange it sounds.

Us.

I’d love to be here with him and do nothing while doing everything before pretending this night has never happened.

Maybe his words were a test. I was supposed to say something or make a move on him or even ask him to have sex again.

Thinking about sex with him makes me clench my thighs, and I feel the warmth and wetness between my legs and realize how much I want it.

But we can’t make this a regular thing.

We travel to my place in silence, and when he stops his car in front of my house, I say my goodbye and regretfully open the door to leave.

“I’ll walk you in,” he says like an afterthought, which is unexpected.

I didn’t think he’d do it.

I’m here. He needs to be someplace else. We’re nothing to each other.

“Sure.”

I don’t know what that means, but I’m a trembling mess while waiting for him to round his car.

We walk next to each other, and I’m already riffling through the contents of my bag, looking for my key as we approach the door.

The neighborhood is dark and silent, and the first stars adorn the sky.

I walk in first and leave my purse and the key on the wall table beside the entrance while he closes the door.

“Would you like something to drink?” I ask.

The growing silence makes me turn to him.

With his shoulder pressed into the wall, his hand tucked into his pocket, and the other holding his car key and his phone, he has a glint in his eyes.

I erase the gap between us, my eyes locked with his.

“Is there anything else I could get you?” I ask, splaying my fingers over his chest and tipping my face up.

He pulls his hand out of his pocket and snakes his arm around my waist.

His phone and car key clink against the wall table before his other arm comes to me.

He moves his hand up and inside my jacket sleeves.

He slowly removes my jacket, but not all the way when his lips connect with mine.

My arms fall to the side while he lets the jacket glide before removing it and dropping it to the floor.

We kiss, my arms going back to his neck, my heart beating fast in my chest.

Despite all the conversations we had and the deals we made, our minds are still stuck on having sex.

One more time.

It won’t hurt anyone if we do it one more time.

He runs his hand up my skirt and smoothly reaches the strap of my panties. He pushes it down while sliding his tongue between my lips and kissing me harder.

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