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I’m just a shell of the woman I was when I was with him. If he squeezes me too tight, I’m sure I’ll shatter into a million tiny pieces.

He seems to sense this and moves his hands to the backs of my legs - squeezing gently. He kisses my hips, my stomach, my legs. He then presses his lips to the front of my panties. I groan and lean into his kiss. He hits the spot of me that hasn’t been touched by a man, well, since the last time he touched me when we were together. I suck in a quick breath. Shivers run down my spine. He moves a hand between my legs.

“Fuck, Averie,” he groans as he feels how soaked my underwear is already. He kisses the front of me harder, as he slides his hands under my panties in the back so he can touch my bare ass. I tilt my hips toward him, and he pulls me closer to his kisses. I lean my head back and sway. My legs are turning to noodles. I run my fingers through his hair.

God, his perfect fucking hair.

I’ve missed this hair so much I could start crying again.

He stands up and pulls his shirt off. I fumble to unbutton his pants. He lowers me onto the bed, and then he makes me forget. He makes me forget everything again and again and again just like I knew he would.

Chapter Two

Now

I’m rushing aroundthe living room trying to make sure I’m not forgetting anything. Everyone will arrive in thirty minutes, and then we’ll finish packing the car and hit the road.

I haven’t taken a trip in so long; I’m sure I’ll forget something important.

A knock at the door startles me. I check my watch. They are a little early. Better than late, I guess.

I swing the door open with a big smile. As soon as I see him, my smile fades.

I haven’t seen him since the night of Mom’s funeral. Well technically, I haven’t seen him since the morning after Mom’s funeral when I kicked him out of my bed, out my house, out of my life. It was cruel, but I don’t regret it.

“Cash, what are you doing here?” My voice is flat.

I am nervously looking behind him. My roommate, Juliette, will be coming back any moment. I don’t want Cash to see her. God, I hope she’s slow. My mind is racing.

“Now is not a good time.” He needs to leave - now.

I start to close the door, but he reaches up and stops it with his hand. He’s coming inside whether I like it or not.

“Cash,” I sigh.

He walks into the living room.

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