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Slowly at first, but then my frustration turns into our unglued physicality toward one another. His hands grip my ass. My tongue coils with his. Between our clothes, his hardness presses against my clit. I grind myself against him shamelessly. He pulls me closer without hesitation. We kiss with the tenacity of teenagers whose parents just went out for the night. We kiss with the aggression of two people making up. We kiss like two people who plan to set fire to the world.

“I can’t think when you’re touching me,” Callen admits.

A sly smile breaks out on my face, and I rock harder against him.

“I need to think.”

He lets out a sigh of relief when I pull my body from his. But I don’t plan to keep my hands off him for long. I slip down on the floor between his legs. My hands slide up his strong thighs.

“Can you think with my lips wrapped around your cock? I want to taste you.”

His fingers lock around my jaw, and he forces my attention back to his face. “I want so badly to roughly fuck your face, Rylan. I want it so bad.”

The conflict behind his eyes resurfaces.

“But?”

“You can’t keep trying to solve things by getting down on your knees. We need to talk. We need to sort this out.”

I rise from the floor. I didn’t see that one coming, but I guess I should have. Taking a seat next to him, I wait for him to continue. He breathes heavily with his eyes closed for a few beats. Then, when he finally opens them, we talk.

We spend a lazy day in bed, switching between words, touches, and naps, until the sun leaves the sky. Throughout, we talk about his job. The precautions we’ll take. About being up-front with each other. We talk until my eyes are heavy, and my throat is sore. By the end, Callen seems more at ease, and for the first time in my life, I’m completely comfortable, wrapped in the arms of someone else.

But, just as I start to drift off to sleep, my old friend doubt creeps its way in. He’s here for a job, one that’s almost over. His home is on wheels, and he’ll be moving on soon.

Have we finally worked things out, only for a short fling?

That isn’t what I want, but the question is, What does he want?

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