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I wonder if I am capable of a random hookup.

His hands cup my face as he lifts it up to look at him. “Come with me. I don’t want to leave you like this.”

I wipe away the one tear that escaped as he continues to hold onto my face. “I’m fine. I’m going to go take a bath, order dinner, and go downstairs to watch a movie. I’ll be fine.”

He looks concerned but releases me. “Text me if you change your mind, okay?”

I nod my head, and we both know I won’t.

He leaves to meet his friends at the restaurant, and I do exactly what I said... I go upstairs and take a bath. I change into black shorts and an oversized white t-shirt, skipping the bra and go downstairs to order from my favorite local restaurant.

After I eat and check in with Nora for the second time, I decide it’s time to relax, pour a glass of wine into a stemless wineglass and head down to the theater room.

I put on one of my favorite horror movies and sip my wine, trying to enjoy the silence around me.

My mind drifts to the way Asher held me and how much I miss having adult male contact. It doesn’t help that the couple on screen is getting down and dirty in their camp counselor bunk bed.

Maybe the wine was a bad idea. I feel the alcohol heat my cheeks and my body craving touch. Any contact. Some sort of relief.

I place the wine in the cup holder, and my eyes take in the couple on the screen, knowing they’re about to be brutally attacked but getting lost in the bare skin and kissing on the screen.

Closing my eyes, I recline the seat and let my hand travel under my shirt to my hardened nipples, feeling my breasts and wishing it wasn’t my hand.

It’s wrong. I know it is, but my fantasies always feature light brown hair, square jaw, hazel, smoldering eyes...

I bite my bottom lip as my other hand travels under my shorts and then underneath my cotton panties, feeling that I’m already wet and aroused by a moment of thinking about Asher. His hands. What it would feel like with his large hands on me. His lips.

My head tips back as my fingers find my swollen clit, and I do something I never allow myself to do.

I get lost.

20

ASHER

Imade it through dinner but decided to skip the movie and the party. I can’t leave Viv alone all night knowing she misses Baz. Her obsessive mind has probably gone over every single bad thing that could go wrong at least twice by now.

I kick my shoes off by the door and look around the dark house, figuring out she’s probably in the basement watching a horror movie.

While she’s home alone.

Because she’s afraid of everything else. But masked psycho killers? Not a problem.

I smile at that, shaking my head as I make my way down the stairs and to the theater room, hearing a soft moan from the doorway and looking at the screen first, thinking it came from there.

It didn’t. The people on the screen are running for their lives. My eyes instantly dart to the recliner where Vivienne is. The chair is leaned back, and so is Viv’s head. It’s tilted into the plush chair, and her teeth are biting her bottom lip.

My eyes trail down to her white t-shirt, seeing she has one hand under it, cupping her full, perky right tit, the left is pressed against the fabric showing me how hard her nipple is.

Fuck. Me.

My dick hardens in my jeans to a nearly painful level when I lower my eyes to where her other hand disappears under her black shorts.

“Holy fuck.”

She gasps, her eyes snapping over to mine. The room is only lit by the big screen, but I can see everything.Shit, did I say that out loud?

I think I did.

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