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around me, but it's extremely difficult. I can almost guarantee that my cheeks and neck are red, but I think it's equal parts arousal and embarrassment now.
    Loki murmurs something to the girl in front of him that I don't understand, but it was probably in Icelandic anyways. He looks back to me, catching me with that intense stare again. I feel like he's including me in this moment, perhaps even thinking of me while she sucks him off. Ahh, I'm getting ahead of myself here. He's probably just enjoying his blow-job.
    "Ahhh, já. Fuck!" Loki's throaty voice scrapes deliciously along my insides, tingling down my spine, and his body tenses up while his head leans back, tilting it slightly so he can still see me. Holding the girl's head firmly in place, I know he's coming in her mouth. Pumping his hips against her roughly as he rides out his orgasm. I'm panting along with him, and I have done nothing but stand there. He bares his teeth and loudly sucks in his breathe between them, followed by a soft moan as his eyes finally shut. My hands are fisting and relaxing over and over, the tension in my body rising to unbearable levels. All my buttons have been pushed, and I could come at the slightest touch. It's all too much; I don't know what to do with myself.
    The girl starts to pull away, and my mortification returns with a vengeance. I turn around quickly and head right back out the door. Who cares about needing to pee? I don't think there is any way I can regain my composure now, so I head towards the front door. Placing a hand against my cheek, I can feel how hot my face is.
    Gunnar comes up behind me while I grab my light jacket from the hook it's hanging on in the hallway.
    "Are you leaving already?" He helps me slide my jacket on like a gentleman, but I'm so flustered that I can't even make eye contact with him, so I pretend to have difficulty with my zipper.
    "Yeah, I'm pretty buggered. Thanks for the great party. Do you want my number?" He nods and pulls his phone out of his pocket; I take it from him, grateful for another excuse to not look at him. I program my number and name into his phone, and hand it back. Taking in a deep breath, I draw on some of my bravery to look at his handsome face again before I leave. On one hand, I don't want to be rude and rush out, but he's also beautiful and I need one last eye-fill before I leave.
    "Cheerio, mate."
    I head out of his front door and out of his apartment building, towards the main street where I know I'll find a taxi to head home.

Chapter 4
     
     
     
SOPHIE
     
    Hilary lives in a really nice neighborhood in a town called Kópavogur, which is next to Reykjavík. So close in fact that it takes only ten to fifteen minutes to get from one to the other. This is more of a family neighborhood, with homes that were meant to house large families. I like this style of living, and wish that somehow I could have a family that lived in a place like this. Most of the houses were split up into multiple flats and rented out by other people, or the adult children of the homeowners. Walk paths are placed conveniently between the occasional houses, leading to the schools and playgrounds for the kids. My hand rises to rub my chest as I walk to the bus stop around the corner. I can’t think about families and kids right now, it’s too painful.
    Hilary has a cat; a fluffy Persian outdoor one with bright golden eyes and a rather grumpy looking face. Her grey fur is accompanied by a huge fluff of white fur on her chest, belly and the tip of her huge tail. Her name is Marissa, and since I've come to Iceland, she's been my frequent walking companion to the bus stop. She frequently hangs around until the bus comes before scurrying away in a poof of fluff. She is currently attempting to rub her face along my still-walking legs, helping to distract me from thoughts of my family as I try to avoid sudden death from tripping over her and busting my head on the sidewalk.
    The bright blue overhang for