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arms.
Exhausted, spent, and—content.
     
    Half-awake, I found one arm wrapped around Maya. I moved my
hand up to feel her breasts.
    My erection drove me toward her and I pressed myself against
her.
    “Mmm,” Maya moaned in her sleep, pressing her ass back
toward me.
    Then my over-analytical mind woke up and ruined it.
    I’d never had a woman sleep in my bed before. Her presence
both comforted me and freaked me out. Everything happened so quickly last
night; we just went with it, but didn’t think things through.
    But she was so damn tempting. My hand ran down from her
breasts, down her flat belly, down over her sex. She was already moist, ready
for me. I stroked her lightly and she opened her legs slightly to let me in.
    I kissed her neck. This could be a great way to start the
day.
    No!
    I can’t do this. There’s no place in my life for a woman.
I’m not suitable as a companion to anyone.
    Reluctantly, I pulled away from Maya. If I stayed in bed
with her, my cock would take over and I’d ravish her within moments. I put on
some boxers, which did nothing to hide my erection, and went to make coffee.
Maybe after caffeine I could think more clearly.
    As I watched the coffee drip into the pot, my mind tormented
me with all kinds of questions, mostly coming back to What the hell do we do
now?
    Then I looked back in at Maya sleeping so peacefully in my
bed. I wanted to crawl back into bed with her, wrap my arms around her and
spend the day with her in my arms.
    I wanted her.
    But we couldn’t be together. It would never work. Not with a
freak like me.
    What the hell do we do now?
     
    Maya
    I woke up slowly the next morning feeling highly aroused.
Wasn’t Tristan with me, touching me? Or was that just a dream?
    The smell of coffee brewing settled into the room, which
never happens when you live alone unless you plan ahead. It was a great way to
wake up.
    Note to self: learn how to set automatic timer on
coffeemaker.
    What wasn’t so great was that Tristan wasn’t in the bed with
me.
    I closed my eyes again to relive what was a splendid night
that started with all kinds of surprises and craziness and ended with hot sex.
How the heck did all that happen in just one night?
    When I heard Tristan walk into the bedroom, I opened my eyes
and dropped my mouth. He was wearing black boxers that let me see up close what
a phenomenal body he had. Funny how we had sex last night, but I didn’t get to
appreciate him as a whole since our bodies were so intertwined.
    “Hot damn,” I said.
    “The coffee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “I’d love some,” I said. “Thanks. But I was talking about
how cut you are. What the hell do you do—work out for five hours a day?”
    He laughed. “I barely squeeze an hour in. What about you?
With your fine body, you must do something to keep yourself looking so good.
Let me guess—long legs—running?”
    “Ugh, no. This body is the result of bad eating habits and
sloth,” I said.
    “Ha. I don’t believe that for a second. In fact, you look
even more beautiful now with your hair all tousled and no makeup. Very
fuckable.”
    “I don’t believe that for a second, but thank you
anyway.”
     
    Tristan fixed my coffee with plenty of cream and sugar, the
way I liked it, and then he made us a couple of omelets stuffed with spinach,
tomatoes and feta cheese.
    “I only have one chair at my table. So how about breakfast
in bed?” he asked.
    The solitary chair at the table made me feel so much for him
that I wanted to just pull him to my breast and care for him.
    “Breakfast in bed sounds scrumptious,” I said.
    “Much like you,” he grinned.
    We propped ourselves up with pillows and brought our omelet
and coffee to bed. Tristan opened the shades to a splendid view of the
Atlantic.
    “This is incredible,” I said.
    “The omelet or the view?”
    “Both.”
    While we ate, I found myself distracted by both the
magnificent view of the ocean from someone’s bed and the magnificent