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her lips against his cheek and kissed him back. He enjoyed the feel of her lips on his skin.
    Henry stared at her, watching the green shine in her eyes.
    She met his look. “I know you’ll be worth the wait.”

10
     
    When Henry got home later that night, he felt horny again. The first thing he wanted to do was masturbate to the thought of Sydney. It was easy to do and always got him off, making him come harder than any other sexual experience he ’d ever had. Her tits and ass were perfect. He didn’t have to beat himself hard when he jacked off thinking about her. It just happened.
    He opened his computer and found a picture of her, then pulled out the Vaseline, but then the guilt settled in his stomach. He didn’t feel bad for masturbating, but felt horrible for thinking about Sydney. He was trying to move on, and this wasn’t helping. Ren was sexy and beautiful. She knew about his obsession with Sydney, but that didn’t give him the right to beat off to her.
    He closed the computer and put the jar of lubricant away. Even if he watched porn, he would still think about Sydney when he jerked himself. He didn’t trust himself. Instead, he thought about the ocean until his cock stopped throbbing and went down. When he went to sleep, he had dreams about Sydney , but he couldn’t recall them the next morning.
    When he went to class, he got there early so he could avoid Sydney and Coen. He waited in the building until Ren arrived, wearing a sundress with a golden bracelet. She looked beautiful , like she always did.
    “Good morning,” she said with a smile.
    “Hey,” he said, eyeing her dress. “I like that.”
    “This old thing?” she said with a wink.
    “It looks nice.”
    “Thank you. Shall we get to class?”
    “Yeah.” He stood up and walked beside her. When they reached their classroom, they saw a sign on the door that said class was canceled. “Dang. Again?”
    “I hate getting up early for a class as it is.
    “Well, you wanna get some coffee, then?”
    “Sure.”
    They walked to the cafeteria and ordered their coffees before they sat down by the window.
    “I didn’t do the reading anyway,” Ren said as she drank from her coffee.
    He laughed. “Neither did I.”
    “So, how was your night?”
    He shrugged. “It was okay.”
    “You spent the evening with me. I thought it was more than okay.”
    “Yes, it was. It was after you left that made the day grow dark.”
    “Tell me about it.”
    He played with the sleeve of his cup, averting his gaze. The topic made him feel awkward. She was an easygoing person, but everyone had their limits.
    “You can tell me anything, ” she said.
    “I know I can. ”
    “As long as you’ re honest with me, I’ll never be upset.”
    He shrugged. “I feel comfortable talking to you about things. I don’t feel judged or ridiculed. I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”
    “I care about you, Henry. I think you’re a wonderful guy.”
    Those words made him sad. He wished Sydney was no longer in his heart and mind. “When I masturbate, I usually think about Sydney.”
    She didn’t react to his words at all. He expected her to throw the hot coffee at his head, but she seemed calm. She just looked at him, listening to him.
    “And I did it the other night, feeling ashamed after I was done. I wanted to do it last night, but I didn’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “I’m with you now.”
    “Why didn’t you think about something else?”
    “I guess I’m addicted.”
    “Do you do it every night?”
    “No. A few times a week.”
    “I usually do it three times a week.”
    He eyed her, surprised by the response. “Really?”
    “Yep.”
    “And what do you think about?”
    “No one in particular. Just hard bodies.”
    “Do you use your fingers?”
    She shook her head. “I upgraded a long time ago.”
    “That’s—hot.”
    “Really?”
    “I’ve never heard a girl admit she masturbates.”
    She rolled her eyes. “A lot of them do it. They’re just not