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My hands skimmed down Vivien's back as I kissed along the curve of her neck, tasting the sweet hint of wine on her skin. She sighed softly, tilting her head to give me more access, her fingers threading through my hair as I pushed her flimsy top off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

She was warm and soft beneath my hands, her breath coming in shallow little gasps as I ran my palms down the smooth curve of her waist, over the lace of her bra. I groaned against her throat, nipping at the delicate skin, loving the way she shivered in response.

This was easy. This was right.

So why the hell did something in me feel off?

Vivien shifted, pressing herself closer, her hips rolling against mine, and I nearly lost it. She was straddling me now, her fingers trailing down my chest, nails dragging lightly over my abs.

I leaned back slightly, taking her in-the messy waves of her hair, the flush on her cheeks, the way her lips were slightly swollen from kissing me.

God, she was gorgeous.

And I was ready. I was more than ready.

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the hell couldn't I

have noticed my hesitation because she paused, her head tilting

my hands still resting on her

my face, her fingers tracing along my jaw, her expression softening.

mouth, ready to say yes, of course, because why the hell wouldn't I be? A beautiful woman was practically naked in my lap, her

in my head whispered,

brows pulled together, her hands sliding down to rest against my chest.

a rough laugh, trying to

lips pressed together like she was considering something before she

back just enough to let her slide off my lap and onto the couch beside me. She didn't move away completely-just

down my face, frustrated with myself. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I

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don't have to be sorry." Her voice was gentle, no judgment in it,

somehow made

clenching and unclenching my fists. "This shouldn't be this

quiet for a moment before she asked, "Is it

My stomach clenched.

should have lied. I should have

exhaling sharply. "It's me,"

me for a long moment, her fingers playing with the edge of the throw blanket draped over the

wasn't in

head. "I do. But it's been two years, Vivien. Two years, and I should be able to-"L gestured vaguely between us, frustrated. Vivien

at her