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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

because she paused, her

swallowed hard, my hands still

her fingers tracing along my jaw, her expression softening. "Are you

A beautiful woman was practically naked in my lap, her lace barely hiding anything, and my

in my

hands sliding down to rest against my

a rough laugh, trying to play it

before she said, "You

let out a slow breath, my hands gripping her waist a little tighter before I pulled back just enough to let her

face, frustrated with myself. "Fuck, I'm

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have to be sorry." Her voice was gentle, no

made it

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

for a moment before she asked, "Is

My stomach clenched.

should have lied. I

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

edge of the throw blanket draped over the back of the couch. Then, finally, she said,

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

breath, my hands scrubbing over my face. "I did." I looked over at her, shaking my head. "I do. But it's been two years, Vivien. Two years, and I should be able to-"L gestured vaguely between us,

looked at her