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Maybe another moment like last night isn’t off the table.

She giggles cheekily, then opens her mouth, making sure to poke her tongue out for good measure. Leaning forward, I slide the sour candy onto her tongue, and she rolls it back into her mouth, sucking on it, then lets out a guttural moan. “Mmm… sooo good!” she states, her face scrunching in that way I love as the sour tang hits, knowing exactly what she’s doing.

She’s getting me back, the little bitch.

Chuckling, I slide the box of candy in front of her on the desk as she writhes about in her chair, pretending to be overcome by the taste of the candy. She always could give as good as she got. Her hands rub up and down her body as she moans and groans.“Oh, so good. Yes! So salty and sour. I could suck on this all damn day,” she mewls, her entire body writhing in the chair. My cock is now hard as a damn rock while I hold myself back from lifting her and fucking her right here, right now, on my damn desk.

Huffing out my frustration, I turn and head back for my chair, then pull my headphones on over my ears to block out her moans behind me.

Flicking on my music, Taylor Swift’s “Love Story” instantly starts playing, and I jump from the shock, then sit for a moment before I can’t fight back a booming laugh.

Bea hacked my playlist.

Slowly turning around to look at her, she’s sitting normally now, grinning at me with the biggest, most beautiful smile.

She’s breathtaking.

Nothing is said between us, but she slowly pulls on her headphones, then picks up the box of candy, sinking down into her chair beside me, getting comfortable. She pops a couple more sour candies into her mouth, winks at me, then rests her head back on the headrest and closes her eyes, enjoying her music.

I sit for a moment, listening to Taylor-fucking-Swift singing about first love while staring at mine, sitting in the place I come to hide away from the world to escape my overwhelming emotions.

Those emotions all stem back to her.

To Bea.

I never thought for a single second she would be here.

I never for a single day stopped caring about her.

Yet here she is.

My sparkling ray of sunshine, back in my life.

And maybe, somehow, through all of this chaos we’ve both put ourselves through, perhaps there’s a glimmer of hope. Aspark of the people we used to be.

I can’t tell for sure, but with her reaction just now, I don’t think last night was because she was drunk.

She’s still attracted to me.

Like I am to her.

I just have to figure out if this is something worth pursuing or if I just need to let this go.

Lethergo.

Once and for all.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Bea

My head is foggy from drinking so much last night. I really need to stop doing that.But there’s a part of me that thinks—well, maybe wishing—that dream I had last night of Loki and me making out a couple of times actually happened. The vision I have of it is hazy, but it feltsodamn real.

I just can’t tell if it was or not because he’s certainly not saying anything happened, and I can’t ask because that would make it weird if it was merely a dream and my wishful thinking.

He said I puked, and he put me in the shower to clean me up, but it’s not what happened in my hazy dream state. But again, my reality is really not to be trusted, considering I drank excessively.

All I do know is that when he leaned over me before and propositioned me about shoving something into my mouth, I just about exploded. I thought maybe I was dreaming again.

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