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Now she’s really made me curious.

I nod my head, impatiently waiting for her big revelation.

When nothing comes I prompt, “What is it, Marlene?”

“Kade is our newest sex addict,” she says gently, as if he had an addiction to little, furry bunnies.

I stare at her, open-mouthed.

A sex addict?

Figures.

I burst out in laughter.

A sex addiction makes so much sense. Why didn’t I think of that? After all, he wasn’t exactly stroking little bunnies in that bathroom. Besides, who in their right mind can’t control their urge to jerk off in the knowledge that someone could barge in any minute?

“Do you have a problem with that?” Marlene asks. Her smile is gone; her tone is hard, on edge. Maybe this was all a test, which I’ve just failed, and she’ll report back to the judge.

I might never see Bruce again.

“No.” I clear my throat. “Not at all. You can rest assured that I’ll do my best. Is there anything I need to know?”

“Good. You’ll find everything you need to know in your leaflet. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” With that, she turns her attention back to the group, dismissing me.

Heading back to my apartment, I barely notice the blonde bumping into me.

“Sorry.” I look up. It takes me a second or two to remember her name.

“They placed me in the wrong apartment,” Sylvie says.

“Me too.”

Her features relax a little. “No way. Are you saying that—”

“That I’ve been paired with a guy? Yes.”

“Holy shit,” she mutters, then clasps a hand over her moth. “Have you talked to someone? Are they really okay with this?”

I nod my head. “Apparently, yes.” At her mortified expression, I laugh. “But you haven’t heard the best part yet.”

7

KAIDEN

My gripon the razor tightens as I start to move it down the side of my face, leaving a smooth line behind. I rinse the razor under the cold water and bring it back up to my face, holding it close to my skin.

I stare at myself in the mirror, but it’s not me who I see.

It’s the vexed stare of my new roommate.

Damn.

It’s been at least half an hour since the bathroom incident, but I’m still worked up like a goddamn teenager in heat.

My counselor mentioned her name, but I can’t remember. I can’t even focus on racking my brain to find that tidbit of information. All I can think about is how hot she is.

My head is pounding, and fuck, my hands are still shaking.