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“I’m almost there,” I panted, my hands were balling up the comforter below me.

Taylor hummed their approval against me, and that’s all it took.

While I throbbed around their fingers and moaned at the ceiling, I realized how crazy this was. How our chemistry was so undeniable. Our bodies responded to each other so easily, so simply.

This random human, whom I only met through a friend of a friend.

Perhaps it was meant to be, in a way.

I never believed in “the one,” no matter how much of a romantic I was. But I did believe that there were certain types of people made for each of us. A small handful, sprinkled throughout the world, were designed for each other.

Even if Taylor and I were temporary, I appreciated whatever time we shared.

When they finally lifted their head from between my legs with a confident smile spreading on their cheeks, I fooled myself into believing that I could keep doing this.

That I could keep my heart out of the equation.

That we could be intimate and return to an amicable friendship, no problem.

I fooled myself, and I should have known better.

Chapter Eleven

NICOLE

Weeks passedwhile a casual routine formed between Taylor Desmond and me.

We kept sleeping together.

It was still amazing every single time.

The best part was that Taylor had made it very clear how excited they were, too; it didn’t feel completely one-sided.

At this point, Violet and her daughter had been living at Moore Farms for a while. Signe was helping Jacqueline interview candidates to take over her office manager position. Mary and Jamie started wedding planning. Everyone pretended that we couldn’t hear Leo and Jacqueline making out in either of their offices during the workday.

I kept hooking up with Taylor.

Becausegod,it was so fun hooking up with Taylor.

But dangerous.

Because Ilovedspending time with them.

We would text each other daily. I was shocked at how quickly our relationship went from casually fucking to sending each other memes and news articles, but it happened.

I looked forward to seeing them, not just because of all the orgasms they could ring from me with no more than a look and a steady hand.

It wasn’t until we were hooking up at my place and focusing on how much I loved being the one to drive them over the edge, that I realized I might need to reevaluate how involved I was with them.

I had Taylor practically pinned to my bed, both of us completely naked, while I worked them over with my mouth. They had their hands gripping the edge of my headboard while they bit their bottom lip and their cheeks flushed.

“I’m so close, babe,” Taylor murmured as they squeezed their eyes closed.

This whole time, we continued to call each other pet names.

But this time, something went off in the back of my mind.

It sounded too real, too familiar now, after weeks of this pattern.

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