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"You up?" He asks. "I have to say something to you."

"Come back when you're sober."

"I'm sober enough." He taps on the door. "Please."

I want to know what it is that's so important it can't wait for a decent hour of the morning. But I'm not going to make this easy for him.

I pull a thin white tank top over my head and check my reflection in the mirror. It's practically transparent. Perfect.

I open the door. "Yeah?"

His eyes pass over me slowly. They linger on my thighs, my crotch, my breasts.

"Eyes up here, Tom." I copy his tone.

"Can I come in?"

Probably best not to make noise in the hallway at four a.m. I nod, yes, and plant on my bed. Tom closes the door behind him.

He sits next to me, his knee pressing against mine. "You were right. I shouldn't be teasing you."

It's a far cry fromI'm sorry, Willow. Let me make it up to you in orgasms. One for every asshole thing I said. Should be a solid eight, then I'll satisfy you with my solid eightbut it's something. "Okay."

"Yeah. Just. I never had a girl friend before. Don't exactly know the protocol."

"Pretty sure you know it doesn't involve grinding."

"I don't mean to flirt that hard. Can't help myself." He runs a hand through his hair. "No excuses. I'll cut it out."

"Great." I dig my toes into the carpet. It's rough, scratchy. "How was... that girl?"

"Subtle."

"I try."

"Didn't take her home."

"Why not?"

"Didn't feel like it..." He shifts, uncomfortable. "I'm gonna wait the whole two and a half weeks. Too frustrating otherwise."

"What happened to giving without receiving?"

"My cock isn't getting the message." He looks me in the eyes. "You've really gone six years without fucking anybody?"

"Yeah."

"You get fingered or eaten out or anything?"

"I don't think this is appropriate platonic friends conversation."

"Okay. Can I ask one thing?" His expression is earnest, concerned.

I nod. "One thing."

"How fucking horny are you all the time?"

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