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    My fingers barely touched the clasp at the back of my bra when Tatum came back into my room, holding a bottle of water.
    “Hey, wait a second,” he said. 
    I was leaned forward, looking up at him.  I looked down and saw my chest flooding my bra.  One quick twist of my fingers and my breasts would be exposed.  But Tatum’s eyes didn’t have the exact excitement I had hoped they would.  He blinked frantically, forcing himself to stare at my face.  He twisted the top off the water and handed it to me.
    I didn’t move, yet.
    “You can look,” I whispered.  “I don’t mind.”
    Tatum turned his head and let out what sounded like a growl.  “Just drink the water, Maggie.”
    “Come on, look at me,” I said.  “I know you want to.”
    Tatum let out a breath and then all hell broke loose in the sexiest way ever.  He grabbed the water bottle from my hand, spilling the chilly water on my arm.  I shivered and felt my chest react.  If my tender nipples weren’t already super sensitive thanks to Tatum, they were now aching and hard.  His hands were then on my shoulders and a second later, I was pinned down on my bed.  I put my hands to his arms, feeling the thickness of his biceps and triceps, ready to claw at them if need be. 
    My body raged.
    My mind and heart finally matched, thinking one thing...
    Have me.  Please, Tatum.  Have me.
    He stared at me for a few seconds and then finally spoke.
    “You have no idea what I want,” he said.  “And whatever you think you’re doing right now isn’t the way to get what you want.”
    “Worked before,” I said.
    “Oh yeah?  Drunk and throwing yourself at guys?”
    “But I never did anything,” I said.  “I just pretended to.  And then told everyone.”
    “What?”
    “Nothing,” I said.  I felt stupid, just saying that little bit sounded pathetic.  “Nothing.  Are you going to touch me, Tatum?”
    “No,” he said and moved away from the bed again. 
    I felt crushed and sat up, still sitting in my bra.  Tatum handed me my shirt.  I held it for a seconds, hesitant on what to do.
    “You don’t want me?” I asked.
    Tatum smiled.  “You really think that?  Then you’re stupid drunk.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “Maggie... look at you.  You’re beautiful.  Why do you think I gave you my number?  I thought you’d call me right away.  And if you think for a second I wouldn’t... I wouldn’t enjoy you, you’re insane.”
    I blushed.  I had no control of my senses and my cheeks were red enough that they began to throb. 
    “Then... why...”
    “You’re drunk,” Tatum said.  “I refuse to have you wake up and then regret me.”
    “I would never,” I pleaded.  I swung my feet from the bed and stood up.
    I almost went back down but Tatum held my shoulders.
    “Maggie...”
    “I would never,” I said.  “I’ve done such dumb things, to keep attention on myself, but this, this feels right to me.”
    Tatum squeezed my shoulders and sighed.  “Of course it feels right.  You’re drunk.  Everything feels right.”
    “No, it’s not like that,” I said.  I felt tears ready to rush to my eyes.  “I’m alone right now... everyone thinks something that isn’t true.  Scarlett is moving out.  I’m alone.”
    “I’m right here,” Tatum said.  “I’m not leaving, not tonight.”
    “You’re here but I don’t... I don’t feel you.”
    We looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.  Tatum nibbled on his lip ring.
    “You don’t feel me?” Tatum whispered.
    Something burned in his eyes and when he moved closer to me, I gasped.  Our bodies touched and it suddenly seemed unfair that I had no shirt on and he did.  I wanted to feel his muscular body, bare, against mine.  He lowered his head and our foreheads touched.
    “Can you feel me?” Tatum whispered.
    “No,” I lied, wanting more.
    His nose touched my nose, gently moving left to right.  Each time he moved, waves of intense heat moved