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looked devastated. Worse, she looked defeated.
    “I- I have to go.”
    “Lexi - wait.”
    She shook her head. She reattached the machines that checked my vitals in silence. Then she walked stiffly from the room.
    I closed my eyes.
    This was not going according to plan at all.
    I had to get to her before she found out who I was. A girl like that? She’d never go for me once she knew.
    Ever since puberty, women had been easy for me. Older, younger. I’d had my share of them, even back in foster care. Neighbors, girls at school, girls already out of school…
    They had always been plentiful. Easy. Pleasant.
    Now the woman who had my balls in a fucking vice was the opposite of that.
    Exciting. Stimulating. Impossible.
    I had a sudden certainty that she was going to break my heart.
    Or I would break hers.
    Maybe both.
    I reached for the call button.
    I didn’t care if she was pissed about coming back in.
    I needed a fucking sleeping pill.

Lexi

    I spent the next few days with Char. We went to the park. We made cookies. Today, we even went to the beach.
    It was so blissfully normal that I almost pinched myself.
    Of course, I didn’t really want to wake up. I just wanted to scrub him out of my thoughts once and for all.
    Trent was emblazoned in my mind.
    His lips. His chest pressed against mine. His eyes when he said my name. He’d looked tortured.
    I knew the feeling.
    I was in deep trouble. I knew he wouldn’t be at the hospital much longer. I knew it.
    I could hold out.
    And then when he called about dinner, IF he called about dinner, I would just… avoid him. Not answer the phone. Done. He would go away and I would go back to my safe, boring little life.
    I was watching Char dip her toes in the Pacific when my phone beeped.
    I glanced down.

    I want to taste you again

    My mouth went dry. I felt an answering warmth between my legs. It was him. It must be.
    Somehow, Trent had gotten my phone number.
    I took a deep breath and started to reply. I would tell him that this was a private number and not to message me again. I would be cold and firm and not take no for answer.
    And then a picture popped up.
    It was him in the hospital bed, looking silly, sipping his juice through a straw and giving me a thumbs up.
    My heart cracked open a bit.
    Of course, the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt didn’t hurt. The man was beautiful. Strong. Muscular.
    Perfect.
    He knew it too.
    Why was he even bothering with a plain Jane like me?
    He could have any number of women. He was famous wasn’t he?
    I stopped short. Famous for what? I’d never even asked him. That’s how distracted he had me.
    I could solve this with a quick little Google search…
    I deleted my reply and opened a search browser. I typed in Trent Davis. My eyes got wide as the screen filled with hits.
    My world imploded.
    He was- oh my God.
    There was picture after picture of him performing sex acts. Holding a whip. Smiling. Fucking.
    He was a porn star. An extremely famous one by the looks of it. And I’d been completely ignorant the entire time.
    Things clicked into place like dominos.
    The way the EMT’s had reacted to him. The cops. Even the doctors. Trent’s extreme good looks. The size of his… well, his giant fucking cock.
    I sat down abruptly on the sand.
    How could I be so stupid?
    The words echoed in my mind.
    A porn star. He was a fucking porn star.
    I cringed, remembering how I’d said he could ‘show me’ what he was famous for. No wonder he had laughed. He probably thought I knew.
    He probably thought a boring prude like me was asking for it. Begging for his attention. Desperate and lonely.
    I was kicking myself as tears welled up in my eyes.
    The first nice guy I’d met in ages and he was a manwhore. Not that he was nice exactly. But he’d paid attention to me. He’d been… focused on me in a way that I’d never experienced before.
    And I’d liked it. A lot.
    No wonder. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was just passing time until he