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Her bedroom door is slightly open when I step inside and close it behind me.

The entire room smells of Kate, her shampoo, her detergent, her perfume. Just Kate.

Sitting at the foot of the bed, I watch her sleep, but I have no idea how much time passes. Five minutes, maybe ten?

What the fuck am I doing? She gave me this key just in case she needed me, not so I could sit and agonize over making her mine. Not so I could fantasize over what it would be like to finish a game or practice and head back to her bed rather than my own. Or better still, ours.

Resting my elbows on my knees, I hold my head in my hands.

“Jensen?”

Kate sits upright in bed, holding the covers over her chest.

Is she naked?

She reaches across and flicks on a soft green light on her nightstand. “What are you doing here?” she asks, confused.

“I—I, I came to check that you were doing okay.”

Cocking her head to the side, she eyes me. “You spoke to me just before your flight. I’ve been a bit nauseous again, but I’m okay.” She leans over to check the time on her phone. “Jesus, it’s almost midnight.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. About what we did in the shower. About how fucking awesome it was,” I blurt out. My mouth is way ahead of my brain. “I had to see you.”

“Jensen.”

I hold up a hand. “I know. I get it.”

Standing from the bed, I walk a couple of paces toward her door before her palm wraps around my forearm. Her touch awakens all my senses.

Staring straight at her door, I shake my head. “Am I just wasting my time, or will you ever be mine?”

“I don’t know,” she whispers.

I turn to look at her; that’s the most she’s ever given me. “It’s killing me. This. Being near you, around you. I’m addicted to you, but I can’t keep surviving on a hit here and there. I need it all.”

Her eyes search mine in the warm glow of the room. “If I invite you into my bed tonight and ask you to make love to me, to make me feel something, will you do that?”

I bite the inside of my cheek so hard it draws blood, and I slide her hand down my forearm until our fingers intertwine. “You’ve been worried about me breaking your heart. But I’ve got a feeling you might shatter mine, Princess.”

“I’m asking you to help me feel, to help me lower my walls.”

“And then what?”

“And then there’s a chance that I can be yours.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

KATE

Peeling off his black sweatshirt from behind his back, Jensen stands next to my bed in only black low-riding jeans, the gray waistband of his boxer briefs peeking just above.

My body trembles as I take him in. He walks around to the other side of the bed, pulling back the duvet.

Unzipping his pants, he steps out of them, our eyes locked the entire time.

This feels like so much more than just sex. This isn’t friends who are fucking.

He pushes his boxers down to the ground and slowly kneels on the bed in front of me, pumping his hard cock.