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come up with the best way to ask. “How do you keep from losing yourself?”
    She switches them back, “Is this about that boy you’ve been seeing?”
    I almost laugh. I doubt anyone has ever called Vic a boy, not even when he was one. “You know about him?”
    She gives me a pointed look. The café gossips worse than teenage girls.
    “Yes,” I reluctantly reveal. My parents raised my sister and I to be independent, to be feminists; not in an extreme way, but in a healthy, empowering way.
    “It’s normal to feel that way in the beginning.”
    My mom goes to the mystery section, motioning for me to follow, continuing when I do, “I was that way with your dad.”
    “How so?”
    “He was nothing like what I had expected to want,” her fingers trail the spines, in search of a particular one. “I thought I’d find some literary professor or writer of some sorts, not some Birkenstock and tie-dye wearing goon who smoked pot. Yet I fell anyway. Hard and fast. Recklessly you could even say,” she pulled out a few, handing them over for me to take. “By the end of the first date I knew he was the one, by the end of the fourth I was hopelessly in love. It was very confusing for me. He didn’t fit the mold I had created.”
    I adjust the growing pile in my arms, “I don’t want to change for some guy.”
    She taps her lips, head tilting back to better view the top shelf, “Do you feel you’ve changed?”
    Yes. I had sex with a man on the third date, the same night we kissed for the first time. That wasn’t me. I repeat what I told Maya, searching for a better answer, “He makes me forget myself.”
    “That’s not always a bad thing.”

 
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
    I leave the café at the end of my shift, not at all surprised to find Vic there waiting for me. He hadn’t said he would, but now that we’re having sex it changes our relationship, we’ve moved past formalities.
    I try to hold in a smile from how excited I am to see him.
    Vic begins walking and I stop him, “I’m not hungry.”
    He stares at me with his usual straight-faced expression.
    “Not yet anyway,” I smirk, praying he can understand what I mean.
    He doesn’t reply, turning in the direction of my place and taking us there at full stride. He’s stripping off my clothes halfway up the stairs. By the time we reach my room he has me bent over the bed, hands firmly on my hips as he fucks me from behind, his own pants around his ankles. I come stronger than I did the night before.
    I wince when he pulls out.
    Vic gently places a hand at my opening, rubbing the tender area, “We should hold off for a day or two.”
    “I don’t want to.” I mean it. I’m addicted to his cock. It’s all I thought about today besides who it belongs to.
    “We still have our mouths,” he mentions seductively, causing heat to spread through my body.
    “Freya?!” Maya calls from the front door, sounding worried. “You here?”
    “Here!” I shout back.
    I pull my pants up, Vic doing the same. I look around for my shirt.
    “Stairs,” Vic reminds me from where he tore it off like he was going to detonate if he didn’t get me naked.
    I scurry there, my naked breasts on full display for Maya to see at the front door.
    She laughs as I pull it on and I can hear her closing the door.
    “You had me worried,” she explains. “The front door was slightly open, which is so unlike you. You normally check it three times. I thought someone had broken in.” She holds up her cell, “I was about to call the cops.”
    Vic comes up behind me, nothing out of place on him to show that he had just fucked me so hard my teeth had rattled.
    I fix my ponytail, “Sorry.”
    “Orgasms come first. I get it,” she says over her shoulder as she retreats to the kitchen. “I’m just glad it wasn’t your vibrator.”
    Vic raises a brow at me and it’s really fucking sexy. I give him a guilty look.
    “Later, you show me,” he demands.
    With any other man that would have