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I’m tempted to bust through Xavier’s door seconds after he slams it shut. For a second, there was the slightest change in his features. I had turned around from the stove to find him staring at me, with a faraway expression. And there was something there that had me hoping thatsomethingwas coming back to him.

Then he ruined my hope. And also pissed me off. Why is he consistently so rude? Would it kill him to be polite and say ‘Hey Corrine, it smells good. Are you cooking? Would it be alright if I joined you?’

To which I would have politely said ‘If you can do so without being a complete asshole.’

Instead, he just stood there staring like an idiot, then panicked when I asked him a simple question.

I’m still staring at his closed door when I realize the bacon is burning.

“Fuck.” I spin around and grab the pan off the stove, throwing the burnt bacon in the trash. I rummage through his fridge, looking for the rest of my ingredients. Being here, cooking in his kitchen, and digging through his fridge feels familiar since I’ve been here a million times. But now, if Xavier were to come out again, I would feel like I’m being caught doing something I shouldn’t. Seriously, this is going to be a long weekend.

I finish making my sandwich, and make an identical one for Xavier, placing it in the fridge in case he gets his shit together. I grab cheese and crackers and uncork a bottle of red wine that’s on his counter. Dinner for one, it seems.

I sit on the couch and reach for the remote, thinking back to all the times we fucked or simply cuddled next to each other right here. If I have to spend the night here, I sure as hell will try to get tipsy while it happens.

I refill my wine glass, settling on an episode of Friends, the one where Monica proposes to Chandler. Not great for my melancholy mood, but the show is a go-to whenever we hang out here.

I grab the blanket at the end of his couch and tuck myself under it, laughing at the characters on the screen. It isn’t long before I’m drifting off to sleep.

Chapter 20

Xavier

I don’t know when I finally wake up, but it’s well into the night. I never pulled the curtains on my balcony doors, and I now see the city lights reflecting off my sliding glass doors. This is the city that never sleeps, after all.

I groggily get up from my bed and head to my bathroom, splashing water on my face. Fuck, I can’t believe I slept the rest of the day away. I glance at the clock on the stand, noting it’s 12:30 am. How many pills did I take? I swear I only took two and I’m still fucking tired.

Carefully opening my bedroom door, I peer out into the living room. I don’t see Corrine so she must have finally taken herself to bed in the guest bedroom. Perfect, I’m starving and I can still smell whatever delicious concoction she was cooking earlier. My stomach growls loudly, making me grimace. I open the fridge doors, fully prepared to throw together whatever I can as quickly as possible to sate the burning hunger when I notice a plate wrapped in plastic and a small note reading just “Xavier” on it.

Curiously, I slide the plate from the fridge and carefully unwrap it to find a sandwich. It's perfectly sliced in half diagonally, which is theonlyway a sandwich should be cut, in my opinion.

She probably poisoned it after our last few interactions and fuck it, I wouldn’t even blame her. My mouth waters when I see the slice of bacon sticking out from the corner. It smells fucking divine. This woman is beautiful, and she clearly knows how to make sandwiches. What else am I bound to uncover?

No wonder I fell for her so quickly. I eyeball the sandwich again. ‘Fuck it. If I die, at least it will be with a full belly,’ I think to myself before grabbing half the sandwich and taking a bite. I groan so loudly, that I wouldn't be surprised if my neighbors could hear me. My taste buds explode. Bacon, Lettuce, tomato, Mayo… and is that a hint of garlic salt I taste? She even toasted the fucking bread. I’m not going to make it the weekend without proposing if she makes me any more food like this. I cringe at that thought before gulping down the last bite. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m losing it.

I shake my head, toss the plate in the sink and head back towards my bedroom when I notice the TV in my living room is still on. I head over to it to flip it off with the remote on the coffee table and stop dead in my tracks. Corrine is lying peacefully across the couch on her back. Her left arm is draped up over the top of her head and her right arm is across her stomach. The loose T-shirt she is wearing has ridden up, exposing the tiniest sliver of her belly and abdomen on either side of her arm. Her legs are turned at a slight angle and only a pair of tiny sleep shorts cover her most sensitive areas. I can see the slight swell of her breasts peeking through her T-shirt.

What I wouldn’t give right now to see if her pert little nipples are hard underneath. My dick stirs in my pants and I adjust myself. Get it together Xavier. This girl will ruin you.

I grab Corrine carefully, bridal-style, and take her to my guest bedroom. I know I’ve been a dick but I didn't mean to not at least show her the common courtesy of letting her know where her sleeping quarters were. I set her body down and sheimmediately turns on her side facing away from me. The back of her shorts ride up exposing the bottom ridge of both ass cheeks.

Fucking perfection, I think, eyeing her longingly. Before I can register what my body is doing, I’m sliding in behind her onto the bed. She doesn’t move. I glide my hand down her arm, hitting her waist and trailing up over the side of her hip.

I shouldn’t be in here touching her like this. How am I going to explain myself if she wakes up? My mind and my body are fighting each other right now. Carefully I push my hand up under her shorts and between her legs. My fingers slide between her pussy lips and I bite my lip to hold back the groan I want to let free. I rub against her clit and immediately feel the pool of wetness as I slide back and forth. This is so fucking wrong. I mean we were together before this so it can’t be too fucked up right?

‘Fuck it,’ I think before dragging my dick up out of the top of my shorts strategically. I stroke myself with my left hand while laying on my side and continue to rub her pussy with my right hand. It's a bit awkward but it feels so fucking good I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.

When my fingers are good and slick, I slide them carefully into her tight entrance. Fuck she is so tight. Her pussy is gripping my fingers so perfectly. I tighten my hold on my dick and stroke it faster while plunging my fingers in and out of her. She moans out loud, causing me to pause. Before I can decide if I’m going to run, her ass pushes back onto my hand impaling my fingers further. She must still be asleep, I think before pulling out and pushing back in. I’m so close, I can feel my balls tightening so I stroke faster. I’m working myself and her at a furious pace. Before I know it her body spasms and her pussy soaks my hand, completely setting me off. I cum into my hand so fucking hard I swear I see every planet and star in the universe.

Her body shifts slightly and I hear her voice murmur “Xavier,” making me pause. My eyes widen in fear.

Is she awake? Will she be angry? I feel like a fucking pervert. What was I thinking? I’m completely out of my mind. I shift off the bed as quietly as possible and quickly exit her room, closing the door behind me. Rushing over to my room, I turn and close the door behind me before making my way to the bathroom to wash my hands. I slip into bed and lay there staring at my ceiling. It must be hours before I finally drift back off to sleep, the thought of Corrine's perfect body still racing through my mind.

Chapter 21

Corrine

“It’s not necessary,” I say again.

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