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JOSH BACK TO PRESENT

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

noticed my hesitation because she

hands still resting

along my

of course, because why the hell wouldn't I be? A beautiful woman was practically naked in my lap, her lace barely hiding anything, and my entire body was screaming for me to just take-to stop thinking, to stop hesitating. But

my

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

out a rough laugh, trying to

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

let out a slow breath, my hands gripping her waist a little tighter before I pulled back just enough to let her slide off my lap and onto the couch beside me.

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

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was

somehow made it

and unclenching

moment before she asked,

My stomach clenched.

have lied. I should have

fall back against the couch, exhaling sharply. "It's me," I

the throw blanket draped over the

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

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, frustrated. Vivien sighed, pulling her legs up onto the couch, facing me completely. "Josh... I

at her