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hanging by a thread.
    Rainer reaches down and finds my clit, giving it a few hard rubs and I explode around him. His name trails from my lips and I don’t even realize my hand is curled in his hair until the shivers stop and my vision clears. Rainer is still thrusting his hips upwards, so I keep the pace until I feel him thicken inside me and then he comes with a ragged grunt.
    I release his hair and drop my hand from the window, seeing the steamy mark that quickly fades away. I take a few moments to catch my breath, and then I slide off him, putting myself back on the seat. I press my head back into it and close my eyes, placing a hand over my racing heart and staying like that until it calms down.
    “You okay?” he asks, and my eyes flutter open.
    “Ah,” I manage. “Yeah.”
    He nods, tying the condom and shoving it in a plastic bag he finds on the ground beneath my feet. Then he pulls his jeans back in place and does them up, eyes not meeting mine. He really doesn’t know how to connect. It’s written all over him. Suddenly things are awkward, and it would appear he wants me to get out so he doesn’t have the horrible task of asking me to.
    It hurts, but I plaster a smile on my face and lean down, grabbing my panties. “Right,” I say, pulling my dress down. “Thanks for the ride.”
    He snorts a little bit, and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up.
    “I meant the ride home,” I say, swinging the door open. I get out and look back at him, and he’s watching me intently. “But the other ride was great too. See you around, Rainer.”
    He opens his mouth to say something, but I slam the door.
    I have no idea what I just got myself into, but I have a feeling it wasn’t the right path to take.
    ~*~*~*~
    “W ait a second,” Mimi says, pacing the room with her arms crossed. “So he spoke to you, gave you a ride home, and then you fucked him in his truck?”
    I bring my legs up to my chest and curl my arms around them. “Yeah.”
    “You fucked him?”
    I nod.
    “In his truck?”
    I nod again.
    “Right outside the house?”
    I roll my eyes.
    “What the hell is going through your head?” she shrieks.
    I sigh. “I was drinking, and . . . I just . . . God, I missed him so much.”
    “So you let him use you?”
    “No. I needed that as much as he did.”
    “No,” she says, waggling a finger in my face, “what you needed was to tell him the truth. Not to dig yourself a bigger fucking hole to get out of.”
    I throw my hands up. “What’s the fucking point telling him the truth, Mimi? He doesn’t remember me, and there’s obviously a reason for that. If I tell him who I am, there’s still a good chance he won’t remember me. Worse, he might shut down, and I’ll never figure out what happened to him.”
    “So what? You’re just going to be his fuck buddy?”
    I shrug. “I don’t even know if he’ll go there with me again. He said he uses.”
    “He openly admitted to being a player and you just let him in anyway?”
    I frown at her. “He’s not a player, he’s honest. He doesn’t do relationships and whatever. Neither do I.”
    “You’re playing with fire, Mali, and you’re going to get burned,” she warns.
    “Maybe I will, but this way I might just be able to find out more about him.”
    “Which you could probably do if you just told him who you are!” she yells, exasperated.
    “We parted on harsh terms, Mimi. He might shut down completely if I tell him who I am. God, can’t you see? This is the best way. I’ll be a casual fling, and maybe I can work my way in . . .”
    “You’re mad!” she spits. “You’re freaking mad. He’s not going to let you be a casual fling, and even if you get that far, what makes you think he’ll tell you anything?”
    “Because I know him; I know what makes him tick. I’ll be more than a fling because I can work him differently. I need to do this, Mimi.”
    She sighs and flops down onto my bed beside me. “I think you’re making a massive