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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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hell

my hesitation because she paused, her head tilting

hard, my hands still resting

fingers tracing along my jaw, her expression

naked in my lap, her lace barely hiding anything, and my entire body was screaming

in my head whispered,

hands sliding

ran a hand through my hair, forcing out a rough laugh, trying to play it off. "I-I don't know

she said, "You don't have to pretend

her waist a little tighter before I pulled back just enough to let her slide off my lap and onto the couch beside me. She didn't

frustrated with

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was gentle, no judgment

made

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

quiet for a moment before she

My stomach clenched.

have lied. I should have

I let my head fall back against the couch, exhaling sharply. "It's me," I admitted. "It's my fucking head. I don't

her fingers playing with the edge of the throw blanket draped over the back of the couch.

tense... Laura wasn't in my past. I

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

at

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