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the holder and turned toward him.
    Uh-oh, he’d gotten caught staring. He returned his gaze to her face. She didn’t seem to mind being stared at. After handing him a paper towel, she cleaned her legs and the juncture of her thighs, and his cock threatened to come back to life. He looked away before he lunged at her again. She bent to slip her pink panties and shorts back on. He wiped himself quickly and then pulled on his pants. Even the soft fabric chafed against his sensitive skin. They tossed the paper towels in the garbage.
    “So,” she said. He handed her the tank top she’d been wearing, and she put it on. Such a shame to cover up those perfect breasts. “I guess if we want to cuddle, we should probably do that upstairs, huh?”
    How did he tell her that would be an even worse idea?
    “Right, there’s not going to be any cuddling, is there?”
    Jeez, she was perceptive. Or maybe he was just too easy to read. Why did he lose his cool so much around her?
    “Uh,” he said.
    “It’s okay.” She reached up and brushed the curls from his forehead, then kissed him. He tried to keep the kiss sweet and light the way she’d started it, but he was licking the salt from her lips and drawing her into his arms a second after her lips touched his. They held each other tight as their tongues swirled together.
    She was the one to break the kiss, pulling back from him and stepping out of his arms. Amy grabbed him by the hand and led him to the stairs. He’d never be able to look at them the same way again. What would his mother say if she knew? God, she’d expressly told him to leave Amy alone, and he’d gone and screwed that up big-time. But he let Amy lead him silently up the stairs anyway. She stopped outside his door and pushed her body against his once more.
    She looked up at him and released his hand to run her fingers through his hair. She grinned and licked her lips, then gave him a peck on the cheek.
    Night , she mouthed to him.
    “G’night,” he whispered back. She padded the few feet down the hall to her room without another word or a glance behind her. He’d never had a woman clear out so quickly after sex before. He turned and smacked his face right into his door. Biting his lip to keep from swearing, he turned the handle and went into his room, then closed the door behind him. He looked at the clock. It was nearly three.
    No doubt Mom would come in to shake him loose by seven at the latest. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his nerves the way his breathing and heart had slowed back to normal. But he didn’t feel normal. Nothing could be normal about this situation. He’d just had amazing sex on the staircase of his childhood home. What the hell had he been thinking? He hadn’t. For the first time in his life, he’d ignored common sense and possibly his conscience.
    Mason slipped into a cycle of fitful dreams and paralyzed wakefulness, all plagued by thoughts of Amy and what kinds of consequences his actions with her would have for him and his family.
    * * * *
    “Mason. Honey, wake up.”
    He opened his eyes, and his mother’s smiling face came into focus. Light shone into the bedroom from the hallway, but it was still dark behind the blinds of his window. He rubbed a hand over his face and blinked rapidly, trying to make his brain function.
    “Happy Thanksgiving, sleepyhead.” Mom moved back from his bed and walked to the door. “I need you in the kitchen in twenty.”
    Uh-oh. Mom was officially in holiday mode, and he couldn’t clear his head. She flicked on the overhead light and blinded him before closing the door. He groaned and covered his head with his forearm. He felt like he was back in high school, Mom waking him up in time to catch the bus. A soft knock pulled him out of his thoughts. He sat up in bed, his blanket piling in his lap. What now?
    “Come in,” he called.
    The door opened, and Amy hovered in the doorway. She only paused for a second before stepping over the threshold.