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brings it behind her back. And takes a couple of steps back. That ’s why she didn’t put distance between us, then.
    “Maybe.’’ She eyes me from head to toe, her eyes bright and intense, but I can’t read her. This woman is a complete mystery and it’s maddening. “Go sleep it off.’’
    I don’t say anything else. I’m already the fool in the story. I turn around and open the first door in the hall; my room. I close the door behind me with more force than necessary, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m frustrated, my dick is still hard and the woman responsible for this denied me even a simple kiss. If she only knew that being drunk only made me bolder and more reckless, she’d realize that my craving for one of her kisses had nothing to do with liquid insanity.
    But I need to remember that she’s sixteen years younger than me, and Hal wants her for more than friendship. He wants in her pants probably as much as I want in hers. But contrary to me, his heart is in the game too when it’s obvious that for me, it’s all my cock’s doing.
     
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    AIDEEN
     
    In my room with the tequila bottle in my hand, I sit on my bed. It caves slightly under me, but I don’t pay attention to my cell falling to the floor or the local newspaper I’m sitting on, the paper crinkling under my ass.
    I’m shaking, now letting go of my tight control. The tequila swishes in the bottle, my knees quiver now that I’m off my feet. And my heart is beating harder, but so very slowly, as if emphasizing all the beats, carving them in my ribcage. But my blood is boiling vividly in my veins, getting me hotter by the second.
    Yann used to get me hot and bothered when we started dating, but it’s been a long time ago and I was so young back then. Even then, I don’t remember feeling so alive and in tune with him. There is something so sexual, so carnal, so intense in the way Jensen looks at me. I know he’s drunk and alcohol for him must shed the very few inhibitions he has, but I’ve never met a man like him.
    My core is still clenching, begging for something, for a man, for attention. My underwear is slick, wet. So very much I’m flustered just thinking about it. My stomach is tied into knots. And my skin is hyper-sensitive, ready for any touch from that man across the hall. Even my breasts are heavy and sensitive.
    It’s been so long since I’ve wanted sex so much. And for once, guilt isn’t helping me cool off. If anything, it makes me want to get off more because of these few minutes with Jensen, I didn’t think about anything or anybody else, but him and me.
    My blood pulses through my veins, drawing out the hot lust weakening me. I take a deep breath and I still smell him , Jensen.
    I look around my small room, but there’s no one. Yet, Jensen is in the house, just a few feet from where I am. God, what am I doing?
    I stand up and undress, biting my lower lip while my fingers get steadier and my clothes leave my burning body. Naked and standing in the room, I let my hands caress my hips, my flat stomach and up my ribcage on each side. I trace my ribs, my beauty marks, and then, I put my hands on my heavy breasts, weighing them, massaging them softly. But it’s not enough. The shivers running down my spine aren’t strong enough. It’s nothing like what I felt in the hall minutes ago.
    And I’m dying to feel that again. Just once.
    I pinch my nipples between my fingers, hesitantly at first, but with more assurance when sensations zip through my body from my flesh to the deepest parts of me, making my core clench more desperately.
    My breathing staggers and a moan almost escapes me. But I can’t make a sound. He can’t hear me, and that thought alone sends another wave of pleasure through me. I back up to the bed and lie down, the fabric of the bedsheets brushes my sensitive skin in a delicious way. Closing my eyes, I can picture his hands on me, rough and calloused and very exploratory. And I follow the lead of my