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her.
    Especially when he ran those hands over her thighs, too. Just like being frisked, just like being frisked , she thought—only not. His hands were too slow for frisking, for a start. And when he let them glide back up her left leg—hands forming a circle that was neither too tight, nor too soft—he went all the way to the top. Right over the bristling skin of her inner thigh, to the place where her panties had pulled taut.
    Of course her panties had pulled taut. Her sex felt immense—like a clenched fist between her legs. There was a thrum thrum thrum in that place like nothing she’d experienced in over two years.
    Now it had returned to her and it had apparently brought its friends.
    “You okay, June-bug?” Jamie said, and she thought about saying no. No, this is really out of place and weird. Can we stop, please?
    But instead her mouth went with, “Yeah. Never been better.”
    Because that was true. She couldn’t remember ever feeling as warm and relaxed and okay with the world, as she did right at that moment. It made her wonder if there was some pot she’d smoked without knowing—soothing pot for those you’re going to die moments—but that was just stupid.
    Even if Jamie really did have a stash—she suspected as much when she caught him off guard sometimes and he smelled a certain way—she’d certainly never partaken of it. She’d never even partaken of it before the apocalypse—doing it afterwards just seemed like asking for trouble.
    Like now, when being faux-stoned was making her stand here and get felt up.
    He was definitely feeling her up, after all. Of course he was doing it in a really nice, subtle sort of way, but even so. He had a hand on her inner thigh. His fingers were almost rubbing her in the place she needed it most…
    “She seems clear,” he said, and she could have fallen to begging, then. Just told him in no uncertain terms— carry on, carry on. Use your mouth, if you have to. She’d started shuddering again and it had nothing to do with the creatures outside.
    It was a joyous thing, instead. A good thing. She gave into it, that shaking, rather than pulling away or forcing herself not to or any of the other things she always did, when faced with a kind of weakness.
    Only this wasn’t weakness. It felt good, and strong. Right, after all the wrong things. And especially when Jamie then said—
    “You should keep touching her anyway.”
    The shuddering got worse. Suddenly she understood why they had a couch in here—because she needed to sit down. She desperately needed to sit down and have them sit down with her, then maybe they could do so many lovely, tangled things together. Yes, yes, so many things.
    “Are you sure?” Blake asked, though she didn’t know who the question was directed at. Not even when Jamie answered.
    “Yeah, pretty sure. It looks like she wants you to.”
    God, how clever Jamie was! He seemed silly sometimes but she’d always known somewhere inside that him being that way was all just obfuscation. A defense mechanism. He probably had weird PTSD, the way she did.
    Because she did. Couldn’t be denied. The things outside had robbed her of something vital, and it was only just coming back. Slow, slow—like Blake’s hands on her.
    He didn’t acknowledge what Jamie had said, but carried on anyway. She could feel and hear him standing again behind her, then after a moment his hands were on the curve of her back. The one just above her ass. His thumbs pressed in, briefly—the way they had at her collarbone—but this time she knew exactly why. He’d found the two dimples, on either side of her spine.
    And apparently, he liked them. Not only that, but he seemed to like the nape of her neck, too. The one revealed by the ponytail she’d knotted her hair into, before she ran out the door. And she felt really glad she’d done that now, because it meant he could press his mouth there whenever the urge took him.
    The urge was taking him now. He had his