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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 couldn't

have noticed my hesitation because

my hands still resting on her

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

her lace barely hiding anything, and my entire body was screaming for me to just take-to stop thinking, to stop

in my head whispered,

hands sliding

hair, forcing out a rough laugh, trying to

lips pressed together like she was considering something before she said, "You don't have to pretend with

back just enough to let her

down my face, frustrated with myself.

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have to be sorry." Her voice was

made it

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

was quiet for a moment before she asked,

My stomach clenched.

have lied. I

fall back against the couch, exhaling sharply. "It's me," I admitted. "It's my fucking head.

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

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

"I do. But it's been two years, Vivien. Two years, and I

at

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