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"Are you sure?" he asked, his hands steady on my waist.

In answer, I sank down onto him, taking him inside me in one slow, deliberate movement that had us both moaning. The feeling of fullness, of connection, was almost overwhelming after so long without.

"Fuck," Matt breathed, his fingers digging into my hips. "You feel amazing."

I couldn't form words, could only nod as I began to move, finding a rhythm that had him hitting just the right spot with every thrust. His hands roamed my body, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in a way that sent sparks of pleasure straight to my core.

When he sat up, changing the angle and bringing us chest to chest, I gasped at the new sensation. His arms wrapped around me, supporting me as I continued to ride him, our bodiesmoving together as if we'd been doing this for years instead of minutes.

"Look at me," he murmured, and I did, our eyes locking as the tension built. "I want to see you come."

His words, combined with the way he was touching me, pushed me closer to the edge. I could feel it building, that familiar tightening, that crescendo of pleasure.

"Matt," I warned, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.

"Let go," he urged, one hand sliding between us to where we were joined, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy. "I've got you."

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, intense and all-consuming. I cried out, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed over me. He held me through it, murmuring encouragement, his own movements becoming more urgent as he chased his release.

When he came moments later, my name on his lips like a prayer, I felt a different kind of connection—something beyond the physical, something that scared me with its intensity.

We collapsed together onto the bed, a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied sighs. Matt pulled me close, arranging us so that my head rested on his chest, his heartbeat gradually slowing beneath my ear.

"Worth the wait?" he asked after a while, his voice tinged with amusement.

I laughed softly. "Maybe. But let's not wait so long next time."

"Deal." He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "Though for the record, I still don't like that you made a Tinder account."

"For the record, I didn't make it. James did." I propped myself up on one elbow to look at him. "And you have no right to be jealous. We barely know each other."

"I know enough," he said, his expression suddenly serious. "I know that I like you, Geri. More than I should, given the circumstances."

The circumstances. Right. His departure, looming over us like a shadow.

"So what do we do?" I asked, voicing the question that had been nagging at me since New Year's Eve. "What is this?"

He was quiet for a moment, his fingers tracing patterns on my bare shoulder. "I don't know," he admitted finally. "I just know I want to spend as much time with you as possible before I go."

It wasn't a declaration of love. It wasn't a promise of forever. But it was honest, and right now, that was all I could ask for.

"Okay," I said, settling back against his chest. "But you have to actually call when you say you will."

I felt rather than saw his smile. "I promise."

As we lay there in the quiet of my room, I tried not to think about the countdown clock ticking away in the back of my mind. Twelve days left. Twelve days to explore whatever this was between us, to satisfy the hunger that seemed to grow rather than diminish with each touch.

Twelve days until goodbye.

But for now, in the warmth of Matt's arms, with the pleasant ache of satisfaction still humming through my body, I decided that was a problem for future Geri. Present Geri was going to enjoy every moment she could get.

Chapter 7

Geri

Matt had ghosted me. Again.

It had been three days since our reconciliation—three days since he'd promised to call, since we'd spent the night tangled in my sheets, since I'd foolishly let myself believe this might actually be something worth pursuing.

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