MarcieBen leads me to the final door, the one I guessed hid his bedroom.“Shoes off.” He smiles sheepishly and kicks off his slippers.I untie my sneakers. He opens the door. Inside, the walls are also soft beige, and the furniture looks like rental stuff, but I barely notice anything other than his patient gaze on me. I’m not a power grid anymore. I’m something warmer, softer. I remove my shoes, and he pulls me inside the room.Then, because it’s him, he fumbles for a few minutes. The light level isn’t right, so he puts on a lamp instead. It’s too quiet, so he plays some music then changes the playlist three times. I lie on the bed, watching him, that warm feeling growing all the while.Quickly, before I forget, I text Heather that I headed to the library after my session and not to expect me home soon.Finally, Ben turns to me, his eyes dark. I pat the mattress. He ignores the instruction and climbs on top of me instead, coaxing a surprised gasp from my lips. With a smile, he kisse
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