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I was perfectly fine with not hearing from her and was enjoying my game she didn’t know we were playing.

And then I woke up on Thursday with sweat on my skin and my pussy aching and the last wisps of a fading lurid dream floating through my brain.

“Fuck,” I panted, squeezing my thighs together. I was wet and buzzing with a kind of confused desire.

I hadn’t had an erotic dream in ages and this one had come by surprise.

If I ignored it, then it would go away, but why would I do that when I could just slip my hand under my sleep shorts and take care of myself?

Letting out a moan, I brushed my fingers across my clit and shuddered at how close I was already. The dream had gotten me nearly all the way there. With just a few hard circles of my hand, I came. The orgasm was quick and sharp and truthfully left me wanting more.

I checked the time and realized that I could spend the morning in bed getting off if I truly wanted to. That idea was tempting, but I forced myself to get out of bed, ignoring my screaming libido and going to the kitchen for some coffee.

While I was making myself an egg, spinach, and feta scramble, I pulled up the message thread with Stace. Still just the one message. Those silly little emojis.

Without thinking about the consequences, I sent her a message saying that I would get pie with her after I taught class. Oops. Guess I was the loser in the No Contact Game.

She responded that she’d be there, and I actually expected more of a reaction. More emojis definitely.

Hmmm.

I almost burned my eggs waiting for her to say more.

What had happened to the sunshiny yapper I’d met?

Not that I wanted her to keep blowing up my phone; I didn’t. But not getting anything back from her was odd. She was probably in the middle of something.

After I’d properly fueled my body, I sat at my desk and did some admin before setting up to film for a while. I didn’t have any showings or real estate work to do today, so I was going to utilize those free hours. There were never enough of them in the day. First I worked on a new painting while the light was good. Something about it wasn’t quite right, so I wasn’t filming the process like I did with some of the others. I was taking progress pics, but they might all get deleted if I wasn’t happy with the results.

I barely paused to have lunch before diving back in to knocking out my endless to-do list.

I did a practice run of a new hairstyle that was a high ponytail where I flipped it over itself to create an interesting look. I added a bow at the end and thought it looked pretty cute for a first try.

“Shit,” I said when I saw the time. I needed to get to the gym to teach so I’d have to keep my hair like this. At least it looked good. I put on my matching yoga set and made sure I had my playlist and notes in my phone to look at.

I greeted my Thursday regulars and had a few newbies that I welcomed and got all set up. Micah was there, and I was glad to see him.

I just happened to look up when Torrin walked in, and I found my feet carrying me over to him.

“Nice to see you,” I said. “There’s a good spot right there.”

I motioned to the empty spot next to Micah before one of his admirers could take it.

One of them was already leaning over on Micah’s other side and throwing him big, bright signals. Micah nodded politely and I could see his face was a little red.

“Uh huh,” Torrin said, looking at Micah and then looking at me.

I leaned closer as if I was sharing a secret. “Please sit next to him or else one of these other women will. And then they’ll try to show off to get his attention and I don’t want to deal with anyone going to the hospital.”

Torrin leaned down to speak in my ear. “I am a paramedic, but I see your point.”

He straightened and winked at me in a way that made me think of Stace. Was everyone in this family born with charisma?

I tried not to stare as Torrin set his mat next to Micah’s and said hello to him.

Micah seemed taken aback for a second and then his cheeks went a little pink.

Oh yeah. Sparks. Definite sparks.