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She rolled her eyes. “If I were trying to seduce you, I’d be wearing considerably less clothing.”

Big Mac twitched at the image, and I wasted no time cueing up my favorite movie of all time. Neither of us mentioned the heavy tension in the air caused by her blunt comment. By the halfway point, I’d stopped watching the screen entirely in favor of staring at the intriguing emotions passing across her face.

“I can see why you like her,” she murmured, her eyes getting heavy.

Part of me was elated she understood my borderline obsession, but at the moment, even Wonder Woman paled in comparison. All I could see was Blue.

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My pillow smelled like Adam. I tried unsuccessfully to roll over and realized my pillowwasAdam. His long arms wrapped around me on the strip of couch we shared. One under my head, and one locked across my stomach. His thumb moved in a tiny circle against the side of my breast, and I woke up all the way.

When I’d fallen asleep, we’d been vertical with my head on his shoulder. How the heck had we ended up like this? How was there even room on the couch for both of us next to each other?

Despite the tiny thrill working its way through my blood, I remained still and took stock. The room was pitch black, and Adam breathed steadily behind me. Still asleep. Without his octopus grip, I might have face-planted off the couch.

Logic insisted I extricate myself and go to bed—alone—but I liked being tangled up with him. His chin rested on my head, and my foot was tucked between his calves. And I was warm. Inside and out.

Was this what it felt like to be more than friends with Adam? Like all I wanted to do was burrow closer, safe, surrounded by him.

After the horrendous experience at the bar, I thought maybe I’d made the wrong decision. I’d hurt him in a bid to protect myself, and he’d still been there every step of the way. Longing coiled in my belly.

I wanted Adam. I didn’t want to miss another moment of what I could have with him, even if it was only friends with benefits. Even if he left me in the end.

The feeling fluttered in my chest, delicate and new. I held my breath waiting for it to fade, but it anchored into place near my heart, right under Adam’s hand. Warning bells clanged in my head as I realized I may have already missed my chance.

Why would he still want to be with me when I’d basically thrown his offer back in his face?

The reminder of my stupid actions this morning convinced me to move. We should probably talk before I pushed things too far. My gut clenched in protest, but I tried to ease away from Adam’s warmth without waking him up. I only managed an inch or two before his arms tightened.

“Don’t go,” he said softly into my hair.

I froze. “I’m not tired anymore.”

“I’m not asking for sleep,” he countered.

A shiver raced across my skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Friends with benefits, a hook up, the inevitable conclusion to months of foreplay—whatever this was, he seemed to want it as much as I did. The evidence pressed against me in a hard line.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I whispered into the darkness, unable to stop myself from checking one last time.

“It’s not a bad one. Sometimes the gray area is worth the risk.” His hand slid across my stomach, bunching my dress on the way, and the pressure of each fingertip branded my skin. “You going to take a chance with me, Sunshine?”

I wanted to. Desperately. And I was done denying myself.

My hips writhed of their own accord, urging him to slide his hand lower. My dress had already ridden up to the tops of my thighs, and judging from the heat flooding my pussy, it wouldn’t take much to relieve the ache. With no second thoughts, I dove into the gray.

I covered his hand with mine and moved him myself, but he only gave my clit a single caress before linking our fingers, holding me in place between my thighs.

Adam brushed his lips against the back of my shoulder, the side of my neck, the spot under my ear. “What do you want? Say the words, Blue.”

I spread my legs slightly as my inner muscles clenched. “Touch me.”

He finally dipped below my panties, teasing me with our joined hands. “Show me what you like.”

I guided his fingers to stroke myself, but with him the sensations were heightened. Stronger, more intense, and yet still not enough. I moaned at the light touch and tilted my hips, instinctively seeking contact, pressure, something. “Adam.”

“Is this what you need?” He pushed a finger inside me, rubbing my clit with this thumb.

“Yes.” I couldn’t contain the whimpering noises coming out of my throat. My hips moved with his hand, driving me higher until I came with a flash behind my lids brighter than the lightning outside.

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