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sure that the only regret I’d have would be not feeling his thick cock inside me. Scar took my hand and walked me to the driver’s side. Where did he get all that control from?
    “I’ll see you soon. I promise.” He leaned in and kissed me on my cheek. The heat spread from there outward. This night was everything I imagined it to be. Well, except the part where Scar was actually pounding into me.
    I turned on the ignition. Feeling the car’s engine vibrate my seat didn’t help my cause. I waved to Scar, who waited until I left the parking lot.
    My phone buzzed soon after. I pulled to the side of the road and leaned my head back against the head rest to check my messages.
    Scar: I already miss you.
    Julia: How did you get my number?
    Scar: Don’t you know my fingers do magic? Good night Jules.
    Yes, they certainly do.
    Julia: Good night.
    After what had happened tonight, after what I’d let happen tonight, I knew that I wasn’t as well as I had hoped. Thinking about Scar as more than a friend was wrong. Then why does it feel so right? My insides twisted at the realization that I might have just thrown the last two years of progress down the drain. Agreeing to keep in touch with Scar was definitely a bad idea. Around him, my strength evaporated, and my will was squished like a little bug by a giant. I was afraid that I wasn’t strong enough to not give in. And if I did, everything would be ruined. Our friendship would crumble before we even got a chance to reconnect.
    I showered that night, lathering every inch of my skin, my fingers finally finding that one spot that took the ache away. Massaging the pocket rocket over my clit, I remembered how only hours ago Scar had held my toy in his hands. When I climaxed, nothing else mattered. It was only me and the beautiful hum of water. The pleasure spread through me in bursts and spasms that took me into a world where I didn’t have to care about a soul. A world where my mistakes didn’t exist, and where men like Scar were not only forbidden but also extinct. There was nothing worse than having a man like Scar within reach and not being able to do anything about it.
    That night, I went to bed happy yet sad. My brain seemed to have joined a NASCAR team because it was racing in a world of its own. I tossed and turned, thinking how different my life could have been if we had only stayed in touch, and I finally cried myself to sleep. Yes, Scar Wagner was definitely not healthy for me, but the excitement he gave me solidified my belief that he was also a drug that I was desperate for. One I would find difficult not to abuse.
     

 
    C HAPTER 7
     
    The next morning I woke up with the biggest confusion hangover ever, and the loud banging on the front door wasn’t helping. I opened one eye, then the other, swearing under my breath. It definitely felt like I’d just gone to sleep. In fact, I was sure I had just closed my eyes. After showering, I tossed and turned in my bed going over the conversation I’d had with Scar at the club. I wanted our friendship more than anything, but I also wanted much more than both of us were willing to give. How could I balance my need for him with friendship?
    Another bang sounded, louder this time, combined with a doorbell. Who in their right mind would be visiting me at nine in the morning? I pulled my covers aside, wondering whether it was someone for Zoey. My sister had a weird group of artsy friends. She’d stopped switching men like gloves since she finished dance school, but substituted changing them like underwear. Though I had to say, I hadn’t seen her go out with anyone in quite some time. The group she hung out with were some of the heaviest partiers I’d seen in my life. She must have gotten in later than I did last night.
    I closed her door as I passed by her bedroom. We lived together at this apartment because it was cheaper, and I loved having her close to me, even if currently I was the one who paid for the rent,