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a small stab of guilt. She'd
assumed Erica would be too busy with Matt to notice, but she had been
neglecting her best friend. Erica grabbed a bottle of wine from the
counter and swigged straight from it before offering it to Sara, who
shook her head.
    “I think I'll just head to bed,
I'm beat. Don't want to rush you guys.”
    “You could always join us.
There's plenty of room.” Erica smiled and dropped her towel,
revealing her soft curves. She turned and stepped back into the
shower, wrapping her arms around Matt's neck and pulling him into a
deep kiss. One hand snaked down his firm body, and she began to
gently stroke his length. Sara felt her cheeks flame, not sure what
to do. Yet she found her eyes drawn to their bodies as they pressed
into each other, Matt's hands roaming over the slickness of Erica's
skin. Erica beckoned to her, smiling and giving her a wink.
    “Come on, Sara. Be a bit naughty
for once. It might be fun.”
    “You're drunk.”
    “Yeah, maybe a little. But the
offer still stands, doesn't it Matt?”
    Matt looked up at her shyly, and she
could feel his eyes trying to burn through the towel that covered
her. Sara couldn't help but notice how good he looked naked, with his
toned chest and muscly arms. In her most private moments, alone with
her vibrator, she had dreamed about having a threesome. Part of her
wanted to drop the towel, slip into the shower and allow herself to
be pleasured. After all, Erica was her best friend. They had seen
each other naked plenty of times before. It wouldn't be that
strange...except, of course, it would. Sara shook her head again,
rolling her eyes at her friend. As much as she might be tempted,
there were certain lines she knew not to cross, however fun things
looked on the other side.
    “I think you'll be fine without
me. Thanks all the same though. You two have fun now.”
    “Oh, we will,” Erica
laughed, pressing herself into Matt as she slid the shower door
closed. Sara hurried out of the bathroom, half freaked out and half
amused by their antics. She also couldn't help feeling a little
jealous. It would be so nice to have someone to come home, someone to
soap her up in the shower after a long day. But the only man she was
interested in was half way around the world. His life was full of
gigs and hotel rooms, not Friday nights in with take out and a bottle
of wine. Suddenly, Sara felt miserable. To her surprise, tears welled
up behind her eyes, and she bit her lip, trying to pull herself
together. There was no use pining over a guy she barely knew. It was
just one night, she told herself, as she slipped into her coziest
pj’s and climbed beneath her comforter. However much she hoped,
she would probably never see Jack Carter again.

***

    Jack's eyes fluttered open, and for a
moment he couldn't remember where he was. As his eyes adjusted to the
darkness, he could pick out the shapes of the generic hotel
furniture, the lumps of his discarded clothes lying on the floor. But
what city was this? Cologne, Hamburg, Stockholm, Rotterdam,
London...no, they had left London in the middle of last night. Paris,
then. He was in Paris. Blearily, he turned his head to the digital
clock on the bedside table. 5am. He cursed under his breath. You'd
think after three months away, he'd have got over his jet lag. But
they kept jumping through different time zones, a new country with a
whole new language every couple of days. Rounds of press interviews
with translators in tow, meeting hyperactive fans who babbled at him
incomprehensibly. They were only half way through the tour, and Jack
was already exhausted. Maybe if he could have just one good night's
sleep, he would feel better.
    Jack heaved himself out bed and padded
over to the window. The sun was just peeking above the rooftops of
Paris, gently lighting up the intricate architecture of the city.
Already, people were bustling through the streets below, vendors
setting up their stalls and opening their storefronts. Stepping