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AndrewI cocked my head, listening as the shower spray hit the tiles around me. Was that …?Killing the shower, I jumped onto the bathmat and yanked my waiting towel from the hook. Tearing ass out of the bathroom so fast I slid slightly on the floor, I careened into my bedroom. The phone, sitting on my bedside table, still rang. I hadn’t missed the call.Gasping, I snatched it up—and blinked in surprise to see Lanie’s name.“Hello?” I answered, heart thundering in the base of my throat.She hesitated. “Hi.”I gulped. “Hey.”It had been three days since she left the hospital, and I wondered often if I’d done the right thing by sending her away. I’d thought I had it all figured out the other night, but the more I mulled over it, the more I realized I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.“How is Raven?” Lanie asked.I could barely draw the breath to answer. “The same.”“Oh,” she said in a quiet voice.“Yeah.” I looked down, noting the wet spot I was creating on the carpet. “How are you
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LanieThe thought that he had me made me pull my hand back. I would be by Andrew’s side no matter what, but he had to invite me over first. And I didn’t know what this evening spent together meant. At any moment, he could open his mouth and announce he wanted to be alone again, and I would have to respect that.“Sit with me on the couch,” he said, his eyelids heavy.I nodded and stood. Andrew took my hand, leaving his drink behind.In the living room, he pulled me into his shoulder and ran the back of his hand down my face. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.Tears filled my eyes, but I didn’t know why. Maybe they were the result of the all-around emotional week. Or the result of mine and Andrew’s entire relationship, which had been a roller coaster from nearly the beginning.“Is this all right that I’m here?” I asked, the question having been burning in my mouth since I walked through the door. “You said you wanted some time alone, and I want to make sure—”“I know.” Andrew dropped h
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AndrewKissing Lanie with everything I had, I picked her up. Her legs went around my waist, latching tight to me. She’d never know how much I needed this, but maybe I could give her a hint. With every touch, with every kiss, I wanted to show her that she was something special.She’d always hold a cherished spot in my heart. No matter what came next.I didn’t need to look to see where I was headed. I knew the dark house well. Navigating the hallway, I carried her up the stairs and into my bedroom, where the floor lamp in the far corner cast a soft glow.Laying Lanie on the bed, I gently eased my weight onto hers. Her arms were still around my neck, and her face was painted with a soft passion.“I missed you,” she said.I nearly convulsed from the force of the words. “I missed you,” I repeated, dipping down and taking her lips.Our tongues danced, familiar heat and unknown desire mixing together. I pushed my hands under her back, bringing her closer to me. I couldn’t get her near enough
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AndrewLanie’s legs fell open as I approached, her intoxicating scent drawing me in. Taking her thighs in my hands, I spread them as wide as they would go. Lanie’s fleshy, lower lips stretched open, welcoming me back.Taking my time, I licked a line up her lips and to her mound. She tasted of the both of us—a combination I would never have guessed I would like, but that I now found I loved. As I flicked my tongue against her nub, she trembled.Soft noises left Lanie’s mouth, interspersed with requests for me to keep going. I took my time, giving one unhurried lick and then another. She grabbed at the roots of my hair, holding me tightly.Grasping her thighs so hard, my nails dug into her skin, I suckled faster. Lanie screamed through her release, the sound music that made burning desire fill me.She tried to wiggle away, too sensitive for my touch, but I held her tight and licked her dry. Soon a second round of heated gasps filled the room, and she squirmed with need all over again.S
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LanieI rolled over in bed, looking for Andrew’s warmth.But it wasn’t there.Groggy, I sat up and blinked. The light was dim, but there was enough of it coming through the curtains that I could see I was alone in the bedroom.“Andrew?” I called.When he didn’t answer, I climbed out of bed. The chilled air hit my bare skin instantly. Looking around, I saw my sweater from the night before. Tugging it on, I padded out into the hallway and to the top of the stairs.There, his voice wafted up from somewhere in the living room or kitchen. The words were muffled, so I couldn’t tell what he was saying. Judging from the lack of anyone else responding, he was on the phone.At least his tone of voice didn’t sound particularly angry or sad.A memory from the night before came back to me, and I smiled to myself. For sure, my favorite place to be in the whole world was Andrew’s arms. I hoped that the night we’d had made his soul feel at least a tad bit lighter. If not, then perhaps seeing Raven wo
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