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Coffee.”
    “And how interesting is your coffee that you’ve been staring at it for the past minute?”
    He chuckled, smiling lopsidedly. He knew what she was trying to insinuate. “Would you like to watch a movie?”
    “Sure!” she drawled as if she didn’t give a damn.
    He sat on the couch while grabbing the remote from the coffee table. “Do you want to sit on the couch maybe?”
    “No, I’m fine. Thank you.” The couch. He was sitting on the couch. She could not sit next to him. She didn’t trust herself and her out of control impulses.
    “Come on, Jenny.” He was getting pissed. “Just let it go,” he said meaningfully and Jenny swiftly stood up. She plopped herself down next to him. There was no way in hell she was letting him know that she couldn’t get over a minor make-out.
    He sat back and she felt her body tense, her follicles standing up in heat. She was cold and hot at same time and her breath became harsher. He tilted his head toward her and smiled.
    Half an hour into the movie, just when she thought that she had gotten a grip over the insane effect of Cooper’s nearness, he reached around her and held her shoulders.
    Cooper couldn’t ignore it anymore. He had to admit the obvious fact. He wanted Jenny. She was there, and they were alone, and he had a constant erection for the past half an hour. She was stiff in his hold, and he knew the reason.
    He stroked her shoulder and held her tighter, trying to make her relax. The urge to turn around and kiss her was too strong and he swallowed, looking at her. She tilted her face up, smiling sweetly, and he grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
    Jenny’s heart stopped. His mouth was so close. When he had kissed her before, it had been quick, and she hadn’t known what hit her until her pussy responded with fervent need. But at that moment he was ogling her lips like he wanted to feast on them, like he was starving to bite them while stroking her chin gently. The movie played and he didn’t turn to glance at the TV, nether did she. His breathing was deep and even, but hers was getting shattered. I have a thing for a certain brunette. At that instant she knew; plain, brown-haired, brown-eyed Jenny was exactly what he had been talking about.
    He’s playing me. He’s not looking for a relationship. He just wants to get laid and I’m here.
    No. He can’t do that. He can’t do that to me at least. She swallowed. She didn’t know anything about him. Cooper was definitely capable of anything. She barely knew the man that he had become. He just wants to get into my pants.
    The conflict went on furiously in her brain and he leant closer, clasping her chin tighter while gauging her expressions. She hadn’t pulled away yet. He had given her a chance to stop him. She hadn’t. No matter what she said or did, she wanted him to kiss her.
    He gazed into her eyes, watching the confusion cross her beautiful face, and pressed his thumb down onto her bottom lip. Her mouth opened and she gasped as he bent over determinedly. Pushing at his shoulders, she tilted her head to the side and jumped off the couch, striding to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
    There was a storm spiraling in to madness in Jenny’s body. Her legs were shaking, and so was everything between her thighs. She grabbed a mug and poured herself a cup of coffee. He was going to kiss me. She hadn’t even known that she had pulled away until after she had, and now she was just in a daze. She brought the mug to her mouth and took a long sip, lurching backward as she burned her tongue and lip.
    “Unh!” she groaned and bit her lip, clenching her eyes shut as the scalding coffee burned a path down her chest. “God!” she whispered, clasping the marble counter, her eyes watering from the fire in her throat.
    “Are you okay?”
    She whirled at the sound so close behind her and he grasped her face in both hands. She tensed, pulling backward, but the marble countertop was digging