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He’s uncharacteristically quiet as he follows me in, handing me back my keys so I can unlock the door, and as we step in, I look at the place through his eyes as I flick on the lights.

There’s no trace I live here, everything out in the common area Travis’s. The furniture, the decor, even most of the food in the kitchen. “This is all my roommate’s stuff,” I tell him, feeling like I need to explain.

“Where’s your stuff?”

“In my room.”

The statement hangs heavy in the air. Did he take that as an invitation? Did I mean it as one?

“Did you want to go in there?” he asks, his voice carefully neutral. “Or stay out here?”

He’s putting the ball in my court again. Last time, I didn’t know what to do. But this time… “We can go in my room.”

He follows me in, but I keep the overhead light off, the streetlamp outside my window providing enough to see. I don’t want him to get a good view of everything in here. Or rather, the hardly anything in here.

“So… this is my room.” I hold up my hands, motioning to the surrounding space, but he doesn’t look.

He doesn’t comment on the bare walls, the thin sheet hanging over the window, the mattress on the floor. His gaze is fully focused on me. Like I’m the only thing that matters. And tonight, I want that. I want to be important to him. Because I’m coming to realize he’s one of the most important people in my life. If not… the most.

He’s silent as I walk toward him, my steps hesitant. I’ve never made the first move on a guy. Never wanted to. But with him, I do.

I come in close, brushing my palms up his hard chest, over those broad shoulders, up to the back of his neck, tugging his head down to meet my lips in a hot kiss, desire flaring between us.

He makes a rough noise of need as his hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him, and my stomach pleasantly bottoms out, excited for what’s to come.

If he could make me feel that good the other night when I wasn’t even ready, how amazing will it be now that I am? Where will the night take us?

And where will it lead to tomorrow?

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

ETHAN

Finally,Lexie and I are on the same page. Same paragraph, same sentence, same word.

I deepen the kiss, her tongue enthusiastically meeting mine, her eagerness an incredible turn-on.

Her hands tangle in my hair, my fingers flexing on her waist, need rising within me. It’s been days since I last touched her.

I snake a hand between us, up over her stomach to her breast, squeezing softly.

Her kiss falters for a moment, and she whispers against my lips, “Do that again.”

Oh, fuck, yes.

I bring my other hand up, dipping my thumbs down into her low-cut top, beneath her bra, to tease her nipples, rubbing soft circles over them.

She makes a strangled sound, kissing me harder, and I revel in the way she responds to me, her lower half meeting mine, seeking contact.

One of my hands leaves her to search for a zipper, buttons, anything to remove her top, needing to touch her bare skin.

“There’s a hidden zipper on the side,” she murmurs, breaking away for a moment. She lifts her left arm to give me easier access, and I make quick work of it, her bra coming off next until she stands topless in front of me, her nipples puckering the longer I stare at her.

I reach out to cup her, groaning as I shape her weight, her skin agonizingly soft. “You’re perfect,” I tell her, leading her over to the mattress, laying her across its length. “Everything I’ve ever wanted.”

I settle on top of her, taking a nipple in my mouth to suck, loving the way she curls herself around me in response, one leg hitching over my hip, the other shifting to let our lower halves nestle together, my dick rubbing against her core.

I switch breasts after a minute, lapping at her, pressing kisses to the sensitive area, the sounds of enjoyment she makes revving me up.

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