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chair back as he did so. Freya started, moving her own chair back.
    “Zak?”
    “You never did,” he snapped. “That’s the whole fucking point.”
    He paced back and forth, tension so obvious in every movement. Freya followed him with her gaze, a million other memories filling the spaces he left as he moved. Zak at prom. Zak helping her to get her first job. Zak caring for her when she was sick, even moving in for a fortnight when she’d had a particularly evil strain of flu. Zak fixing up her mom’s apartment, being there whenever she needed him, however she needed him. In that moment, Freya realized that it wasn’t the sex club that she had a problem with, not at all. It was her reaction to the idea of Zak in that club.
    It made her see him different.
    It made her want him.
    It made her envious of the women who had him.
    She scrunched her eyes shut and took a deep breath. “I just need to work it out in my mind,” she whispered, “Just give me a little time.
    “Then you’ll be okay with this? Okay with this side of me?”
    With knowing that I want you? That I’m going to be thinking of sex every time I look at you in the future? Wondering what it would be like to be with you, but knowing that you don’t see me that way? Freya snapped her eyes open and looked him straight in the eye. “Yes,” she lied. “In time I will be okay with it.”
    Zak stepped forward until he was directly in front of her. “But you don’t like it.”
    It was a statement more than a question, and Freya answered it honestly. “No,” she said. “I don’t.”
    He held out a hand and though Freya knew, with the feelings that were bubbling inside of her, that she shouldn’t take it, she did. As he lifted her to her feet she looked at his hand clasped around hers, and felt her pussy clench in a completely inappropriate way. Why had she never noticed exactly how long Zak’s fingers were?
    “Then why don’t you try it this weekend?”
    She looked up, startled, sure she’d heard the words wrong. “Excuse me?”
    “You heard,” Zak said. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the gesture so tender that Freya wanted to sigh. “That invite lets me bring along any woman of my choosing. Come to the club, give it a try, and if you’re still disapproving, if you still don’t like it, I’ll give up my membership.”
    “I couldn’t do that,” Freya breathed. “Absolutely not.”
    “Why not?”
    He was tucking hair back on the other side of her head now, and Freya was frozen to the spot, terrified that Zak might look down and notice her nipples poking through her tee shirt. It would be all the evidence needed to show him exactly what she was feeling. Maybe he would even figure out that the letter had awakened something inside of her, something she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to put away again.
    It mortified her beyond belief. No matter what happened, she had to get things back to normal again.
    She could not lose Zak. 
    “It would be too weird,” she eventually said. And I’d be too intrigued.
    He smirked and moved a step back. Freya took advantage of the moment to cross her arms over her chest. “If you have any balls at all, if you are even close to being the woman I’ve always thought you to be, you’ll come with me.”
    Freya narrowed her eyes. “You’re challenging me to go to a sex club? With you?”
    “Yes.”
    “You’re not serious?”
    The smirk deepened. “Sparks, look at me. I mean, really look at me. Have I ever looked more serious?”
    “But, Zak…I…”
    “You’re scared,” he said.
    How wrong he was. “Not scared! Freaked out.”
    “I’ll look after you.”
    But she wouldn’t want him looking after her. She’d want him doing something else entirely . “Zak…”
    “Think of it like when I took you paintballing,” he continued. “It’s something new. Something different.”
    “It certainly is different,” she sighed.
    “Like an adventure.”
    “Yes.”
    For a moment