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the same smile she gave him when she knew
she’d won a point.
    He’d said he didn’t want them to change, but they already
had. “So, you can look at me every day and not remember what happened in the
kitchen?”
    “I don’t want to forget, but I’m not going to pick at
it. Are you?”
    “No.” But he would, because he was picking at it now.
    “Look, I meant what I said earlier. What’s a little fucking
between friends? It’s just making each other feel good, right?” She was using
his own words, but somehow they sounded accusatory out of her mouth. “Shouldn’t
friends want each other to feel good?” Anne grinned this time.
    “All this bullshit aside, nothing is worth losing you. Not
even living out my fantasies,” he confessed.
    She still hadn’t dressed. “Your mouth says one thing, Chase.
But your eyes and your cock say something else. If I told you right now that it
could never happen again, what would you do?”
    “Besides know that you’re right?”
    “A real answer, Chase. Or can’t you give me one because
you’re too busy looking at my tits?”
    “It’s not fair to expect anyone to form a coherent thought
with tits like those in their face.”
    She smiled. “They never bothered you before.”
    “Jesus, Anne. Then I’m a better actor than I thought. I
saved my lunch money for a week to give to Jennifer Eisler so she’d call our
names together for Seven in Heaven.”
    She made no move to cover herself. “So what happened,
Chase?”
    “You told me you’d never had a boyfriend. No one’s first is
ever their last.” He’d as much as confessed he’d wanted to be her last. Shit.
He couldn’t say things like that. Not now. “Then it passed. We were friends.
Best friends.”
    “And now you have medical school and I have my career.”
    It both thrilled and dismayed him that she understood. He’d
had this picture of her pining for him, and if he was honest with himself, he
kind of wanted it to be true. And finding out it wasn’t…
    “I want things to be as they were,” Anne said.
    Then why, for fuck’s sake, wouldn’t she put on a shirt? He
was standing in the doorway practically slavering over her, and she was talking
about things being as they were.
    “But I want to keep fucking you too.”
    If his cock got any harder, it was going to splinter in
half.
    “Chase,” she moved closer to grab his hand, “I don’t want to
lose our friendship either. But I think we will if we don’t explore this. It
happened. There’s no turning back. We can go forward and choose the parameters
of our friendship and if that ends up being the closeness we’ve always had,
where we laugh about that ‘experimental’ time after college, so be it. But this
isn’t going to go away.”
    Now that he had permission, Chase made no attempt to stop
his gaze from raking down her body, and he was pleased to see the same hunger
in her eyes. Maybe she was right?
    He reached out to touch her face, his palm cupping her cheek
and his thumb sliding over the fullness of her lips. Chase meant it to be an
affectionate caress, but the contact with her skin burned away all of his good
intentions, few though they were to begin with, and he drew his hand down the
slim column of her throat to the valley between her breasts.
    “Think about it, Chase.”
    “I am,” he confessed.
    She laughed and slapped his hand away. “No, really think
about it. So we don’t have any regrets. We can talk after Justin’s party.”
    “I thought he had that dinner theater thing?”
    “He does, but his frat is having a party after. It’s
high-school themed.” Anne shook her head. “We spent years trying to forget it
and now they want us to relive it. I think it’s just for the sex games.”
    “What?” Chase didn’t think he was hearing her correctly.
    “You know, Spin the Bottle? Seven in Heaven? Truth or Dare?”
    “And we’re going to this? I could be studying and you could
be painting, but instead we’re going to hang