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“It’s just a lot to take.” Faye sat up again, but didn’t seem to mind that I left my arm around her. “This adoption thing… I don’t know what to think.”

“It’s not like it’s for sure. I bet Amanda will decide she wants Gretchen after all.”

“And what then?” She looked at me, eyes pained, and I realized she wanted her gone about as much as I did.

“Hey… hey… hey.” I leaned in closer, searching her eyes.

And seeing an invitation there, I closed the distance between us.

The kiss was soft but intense, as a kiss can only be when you’ve been waiting so long for it. My spine tingled and my heart did flip after flip. I clung to the embrace as if by kissing hard enough, I’d make it so it’d never have to end.

Finally Faye pulled back and laughed. “I’ve been waiting a while for you to do that.”

“Waiting? Why?” Did she not know she could’ve stuck her tongue down my throat in the middle of the humanities building if she wanted to? Hell, she could’ve stripped me naked in the campus cafeteria. I would’ve just been happy she wanted me.

“I wasn’t sure how you felt before,” she said. “Things seemed… off.”

“Oh, things are on.” I grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet. “Things are definitely on.”

An unexpected grin came over her face, but it rapidly disappeared as she gestured at Gretchen. “And what about her?”

* * *

If my roommate hadn’t walked through the door at that precise moment, I don’t know what we would’ve done. As it stood, I ran at Clara with an urgency exclusively known to those going through a protracted dry spell who were about to finally get some.

“Want to make a quick twenty bucks? Take this baby and get the hell out of here!”

Clara opened her mouth to ask a question, but seeing Faye behind me, seemed to understand. “Make it thirty,” she said. “And an extra five to put a sock on the door.”

“A sock?” I had my own socks, but did I really want to interrupt the mood to do it? Clara’s business savvy was impressive. “Fine, thirty-five and it’s a deal.”

With her and Gretchen gone, I took Faye in my arms and embraced her again. “My room is that way.”

“I’d like to check it out.”

I shut the door behind us. Our mouths met again and I shuddered at the sensation of her tongue melting against mine. I grabbed her shoulders, directing her toward the bed. We tumbled onto it together, our limbs entwining in a messy heap. I tore at her clothes, needing to feel her skin against my hands.

“So what do you think of the room?” I asked, panting.

“It’s great,” she said, “but I feel like I’m missing something.” She pulled at the hem of my shirt. “I think I need to see everything in it.”

“That’s your best line, huh?” I laughed, although my voice caught when she took off my bra and caressed my breasts. “Thought you were an English professor. Shouldn’t you have some smooth, seductive thing to say?”

“Something like whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine?” She closed her fingers around one nipple, making me gasp even as I cringed.

“Not fair. No making fun of me now.”

“Do I sound like I’m making fun of you?” She pushed me lightly onto my back.

“So you’re saying my body will actually always haunt yours?”

She stared down at me, taking me in from head to toe. “I think it might.” Her lips closed over a nipple, and any inclination I’d had to argue or banter was gone.

My body shook as she sucked my breasts. For minutes on end, all I could feel was the caress of her tongue. All I could hear was my own ragged breathing.

The incredible sensation came to an end as Faye eased off me, giving me a hungry look. She glanced at my waist, then back to my face. I gave her a hurried nod, and without a word, she stripped off my jeans and panties.

It took about a millisecond for me to get as worked-up and flustered as I’d been a minute before. My back arched against the bed as she placed her hand between my thighs. My face twisted in ecstasy. Every time I managed to open my eyes enough to look at her, I had to squeeze them shut again.