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Just so, sodifferent...that all I can do is moan as Aidan continues making love to my mouth.
The strokes of his tongue are gently coaxing, but as soon as my body falls against his, the thrusts of his tongue turn faster and deeper, and my fingers clutch his shirt more tightly. My mind is spiraling, all thoughts of right and wrong disappearing under the fierce onslaught of Aidan's kiss.
When he finally lifts his head, I can only gaze at him, dazed and scared at how this man has me completely in his thrall.
"Tonight, Serafina." His voice is gentle but resolute. "I'll be here at seven."
I watch him walk away, and it feels like he's taken a frighteningly large piece of my heart with him.
Not good, Raffi.
So not good.
My phone suddenly rings, and I jump in shock.
Shit.
I take my phone out of my pocket...and my heart nearly shudders to a stop.
Jack.
Chapter Five
"HELLO, DARLING." JACK'Ssmooth tone normally makes me smile, but now it just makes me feel awful and guilty even though I know I've done nothing wrong.
"I just read your message," Jack goes on to say, and this time he sounds slightly irritated.
"I'm sorry I missed your call—-"
"Never mind that," Jack interrupts. "Are you seriously not coming back tomorrow?"
"I have some work to do here," I find myself lying.
"InWyoming? What the hell does Wyoming have that Miami doesn't?"
"The cold?"
There's the slightest pause, and I know I'm in big trouble.
Shit.
"This is not the time to make jokes, Raffi."
Jack's stiff tone makes me wince. "I know, and I'm sorry. I just need to think things through."
"What's there to think about?" he demands. "We've been going out for two years, for fuck's sake."
Ithasbeen two years, that much is true, but Jack and I both know those two years are anything but the usual for any couple.
Before Jack and I became Facebook and Instagram official, I had warned him from the very start that I've been scarred too many times to have sex with just any other guy. Jack, on the other hand, had been just as blunt by telling me that while he wanted our relationship to work, he also didn't think he'd be able to live without sex.
That was basically how we came into an understanding; although we agreed to be each other's exclusive plus-ones, Jack could also have his flings as long as he was discreet while I could still live my life as I pleased and never have to ask his "permission" for anything.
I know it sounds cold-blooded, but I was actually very content in the twenty-plus months Jack and I have been dating. The two of us made sense, but...
"I just need more—-"
Time.