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Stars blossomed behind my closed eyelids as rapture washed over me.
    His thrusts, rhythmic until then, became erratic, jerky, when he gave in and let go. He came inside me, the heat of his cum making me shudder one last time, but didn’t stop moving until his cock was half erect and his heartbeat had gone back to normal.
    I have no clue where he found the strength to remain standing, but he toed the stall’s door open and carried me out of the bathroom and into the next room, where a large double bed took up most of the space. The rest held a desk and a bookshelf in one corner, the latter decorated with pictures of a young boy. Alex . “Your old room.”
    He nodded and laid me gently on the bed before collapsing next to me. “Gimme twenty minutes and we’ll show this room things it never saw before.”
    My lips felt too numb to form a coherent reply. I giggled.
    Swallowing a gulp of air, he looked at me, head tilted to one side. “Something funny?”
    I shrugged, still laughing. His eyes glinted.
    He shook his head. “As soon as I regain feeling in my legs, I’ll show you it’s not nice to laugh at people.”
    I silenced him with kisses. Tried to, at least.
    Before dawn, he carried me to the basement, where we spent more time exploring each other’s bodies. I fed, but only after he reminded me I hadn’t in more than twenty-four hours. He insisted he’d had something to eat while he’d been out.
    When I drifted off this time, I knew I was safe in Alex’s arms, the rise and fall of his chest soothing against my back.
    I also knew another thing: I was falling hard. For a human.
    I wished I wouldn’t come to regret it.

Chapter Five
    I was just done relooping the laces through my bustier’s tiny eyelets when the bedside light was switched on.
    “What’s with the leather again?” Alex lay on his side, propped up on one elbow, his cheek cradled in his palm. “I brought you clothes. You can wear those around the house.”
    I pursed my lips, thinking of the contents of the bag he’d brought. Not the most flattering fit. A dazzling smile blossomed on his lips, and I had to smile back. “Or you could wear nothing.” He waggled his eyebrows.
    I looked away. If I spent a couple more seconds looking at the curve of his hip, his white teeth nibbling at his lower lip, or the way he was invitingly caressing the sheet in front of him, I’d forget what I had to do and jump back under the covers with him. “I have to go.” My traitorous gaze returned to him.
    He turned on his back and pulled the sheet up all the way to his chest in a gesture so prudish it’d be funny if I didn’t want to rip the covers off him. “To the council?”
    I shook my head. “No. Someone else first. I want to see if he can arrange a meeting.” I’d showered again but hadn’t paid enough attention to towel drying, and it was a bitch pulling my boots back on, which worked out fine since fighting to pull them up meant I didn’t have to look at him.
    “ He ?” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him run a hand through his hair. “Should I be jealous?”
    My worry that maybe he should be, that maybe my meeting Constantine was a horrible idea, was what made me snap at him. “You have no right to be jealous.” I shouldn’t feel bad for saying that; he wasn’t my boyfriend.
    Ha ! The boots were finally in place. I trained my gaze on him.
    He just nodded.
    Right, so I felt bad. And I’d pop by my place to change into something less sexy before visiting my ex. “Will you be okay?” I fully expected him to say I had no right to ask that.
    He surprised me. “It depends. Will you be back?” He was not facing me, but I could make out the muscle ticking in his jaw. I liked knowing it took effort for him to be so calm and civil—and God, did that make me a horrible person.
    I should keep my distance. Especially after the way I’d felt the previous night. I should go see Constantine, have a quickie for old times’ sake, and only contact