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“Apparently Drew Axel reserved a block of rooms for us, due to our... festivities going a bit overboard. He texted me just before I jumped in the shower. Checking to make sure we’d gotten in all right.”

I dared to steal a glance at Riley, not wanting to ask but needing to know all the same.

“I, uh, don’t normally do this sort of thing, you know.”

I scoffed, refusing to look at him for the moment. I didn’t want to see regret or pity in his eyes.

“What sort of thing?” I grumbled.

“Take attractive men home. I mean, I know this isn’t home or anything...” he said hurriedly. I glanced at him from beneath my lashes.

“I usually don’t drink so much either... I’m usually the responsible one, you know?” he asked, sighing.

The need, the desire to make him feel better, even when I was struggling for sanity myself was overwhelming.

“Do you remember what happened?” I asked.

Riley’s gaze softened. “Bits and pieces, yes.”

I attempted to soothe his own crisis at the moment, assuring him this wasn’t what I usually did either.

Except, if I was being honest... I did do this sort of thing. Not often, but...

I didn’t usually do it with people I had feelings for.

Did I have feelings for Riley?

I wanted to say no, but the truth was so much more complicated than that.

“I didn’t mean to take advantage, of you I mean, I...” I breathed out a sigh as panic laced me. “I don’t even know if you’re...”

It was a stupid thing to say, to imply that I was panicking about whether or not Riley was clean, and it was even dumber to insist that was what was bothering me when I knew the truth. While I’d hooked up with guys via dating apps a couple times, I never performed with anyone, and I had a record that was spotless. I would have bet a million dollars Mr. Sunday Best was cleaner than a whistle.

Riley’s shoulders fell, his lips pursed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Oh my God, I didn’t even think...”

“I’m clean,” I blurted out, quickly hurrying through my confession if only to put it out in the open if it would help soothe Riley’s nerves a fraction.

Hell, maybe it will even soothe my own.

“I mean, in case you, uh, were worried,” I said, like an idiot.

“I mean, we probably should have had this discussion before we...” I watched as his cheeks reddened.

“Fucked?” I asked hesitantly, the question hanging in the air.

My heart raced as I bit my lip, waiting for his confirmation.

“Actually, all I remember is you, um, on your knees...” he said, quickly recovering with, “And then I remember returning the favor, and then... I think we fell asleep because I had some weird dreams. We didn’t, um, fuck,” he said, and despite the redness in his cheeks, I couldn’t deny the word on his tongue made my cock twitch.

A part of me was relieved, but also disappointed. Though there was no doubt in the world I wanted to drive the fine specimen next to me into next Tuesday with my cock, and I certainly wanted him to punish me with his.

I couldn’t deny my attraction to Riley, but I also wanted to remember what he felt like, intimately. Images filled my brain of what felt like a far away memory... His lips ravaging my own, his tongue wrapped around my cock, him telling me...

I want you.

The words reverberated in my brain as hazy memory tried to surge forth. Of hands and heat, of hard cocks, and those three, little words spoken drunkenly, without thought or consequence. Spoken in truth.

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