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confusion.
    “More of…” She gestured with her hands but couldn’t force out the words. She’d had sex with him. What kind of weird prude was she? Actually. She wasn’t. It was just something she’d never done lightly before.
    A smile broke across his face making her stumble even more.
    “Well. I’d be lying if I said thoughts of that night don’t cross my mind when I’m around you, and a bit when I’m not around you, but that’s not what brought me here.”
    She pressed small fingers to her forehead because that’s exactly how she felt. This was not going to be easy. “I’ve just never done that before, and I—”
    His laughter cut her off. “Could have fooled me. Because the way you moved makes me think you’ve definitely had practice.”
    She knew she should tease him back but heat washed over her face and she stared at the floor trying to regain some amount of composure.
    “I’m teasing, Corinne.” He tipped her chin with his finger until she let him pull her face level with his. “I didn’t come here for that. I wouldn’t argue if you wanted more…” His smile widened and then softened, a million little wants floating through her body that she tried to ignore.
    Chris continu ed, “I felt like… Writing was easy again with you. You’re easy to be around, despite the fact I seem to be constantly stepping on the lines you’d like drawn between us.”
    With how his deep voice vibrated and how he was close enough that she could feel his warmth and that there wasn’t one, but two beds near… All the wanting feeling from having him so close were much harder to push down.
    She felt herself lean in just as he did… Closer, closer, closer…
    Corinne barked out a laugh. They both froze. Chris smiled, shook his head and they each took a step back. Moment broken.
    “I sleep here.” She pointed to the small loft space between the bedroom and the bathroom. “Bathroom there.” She pointed again. “And your bedroom is also sort of my closet.”
    Chris peered in the doorway. “This is so cool. All the wood. Small. Perfect.”
    “Okay.” Corinne let out a nervous chuckle. “I’ll use the bathroom real quick and then it’s all yours. The sheets are clean and all that...”
    Chris shoved both hands in his back pockets. “Perfect. Thank you.”
    “It’s not what you’re used to, but—”
    Chris waved her down again. “The house I grew up in was very much like this, only older.”
    “And probably bigger?” she asked.
    He shrugged in concession.
    After a few minutes in the bathroom she adjusted herself in bed, knowing relaxing would be nigh on impossible. Chris wandered from his small room, past her bed, to the bathroom. His silhouette filled the small doorway and she could see all the lean muscles and slim body. A rush of memories of his mouth trailing up her bare sides and hands on her hips as he moved against her rocked her body hard.
    She squeezed her eyes tight, and hoped he went back home before she did something stupid. Like fall for him.
     
    Some muffled banging woke Chris, but not completely. He rolled over, pulling the blankets more tightly around him, and crashed as the house went silent again. His dream was vivid perfection. Corinne’s body wound tightly around his, her lips moving down his neck, down his chest, down his stomach, grasping…
    And then she was gone. And so were the blankets. And he was freezing…
    Chris woke with such a start he found himself sitting in bed, clutching the sheets and shivering. He blinked for a moment, trying to figure out why he was in a tiny wood-paneled room with clothes hanging along one side.
    Goose bumps spread across his arms. Right. Corinne. Washington. Not Hawaii. And the only pants he had were the ones he wore on the plane. He jerked them off the floor and shoved them on before standing up. Sweatshirts were stuffed above the hanging clothes, and the warmth was too tempting to pass up. He pulled a few down and slid on a navy blue one