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“Are you
hungry?”
    She knew the best way to get past this was to act as they
normally did, but Anne didn’t know if she could swing it. “Not really. It’s
been a long day.”
    “Flick?” he asked.
    Anne realized he was trying to be normal too. How she’d sit
next to him through a whole movie with the memory of their dance still fresh,
she didn’t know.
    “Okay.”
    “You know you need snacks for movie night. Maybe a little
pizza?” Chase prodded.
    She smiled. “I guess.”
    “That’s my girl.”
    Ugh, she had to stop reading innuendo into every slip of his
tongue.
    Her channel clenched at the visual of slipping his tongue .
Anne was determined not to think about sex anymore. Or Chase.
    Ever.

Chapter Four
     
    So much for not thinking about sex.
    Anne was a lumpy mess on the couch next to Chase and she
didn’t even know what movie they were watching. She was so aware of herself.
For years, Anne had hijacked his t-shirts and boxer shorts for pajamas, but
rather than make her feel comfy as they had in the past, she was very aware of
where they’d touched on his body in relation to where they touched hers. Her
nipples were hard points beneath the t-shirt and the throbbing in her sex was
almost unbearable.
    He wore nothing but a pair of ratty shorts and Anne still
couldn’t keep her eyes off him. She’d thought he was sin on a stick in the
jeans; it was worse in the shorts because she could see more of his tan skin.
The lines and perfect musculature of his long legs.
    Regardless of what either of them wanted, things had
changed. The comfortable companionship they’d always shared would never be that
way for her again. Maybe if they got it over with, if they had sex, this would
go away. She needed it to stop.
    When the credits finally rolled, she popped off the couch
like some angry bug had bitten her ass. “Well, I’m tired.”
    “Okay, goodnight. Want me to tuck you in?” he asked with a
lazy smile.
    Sweet Jesus, no. Because as soon as she was in bed, she was
going to turn her Rabbit on high and make herself come until her brains
squirted out of her snatch. Then maybe she wouldn’t think about Chase and his
lovely cock anymore. And she definitely didn’t want him present this time.
    “No thanks. I’m good.” Anne turned and darted to her room
before he could say anything else.
    Her laptop sat cold and quiet on her desk, but she wasn’t
touching that thing either—not until she got Chase Donovan out of her head. At
this rate, that would happen when dog shit tasted like Godiva.
    Because the memories that washed over her, that made her
hot, were the ones of their dance. Anne eased beneath the covers with her
trusty Rabbit and rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, imagining
her hand was Chase’s mouth. She tugged firmly and imagined it was the gentle
pull of his teeth.
    Anne pushed the phallus of the Rabbit into her wet cunt and
turned the setting on low. The jutting appendage on the top pushed up against
her clit. She sighed in expectation—and nothing happened. The Rabbit gave a
little shudder and moved no more. Its death felt like an accusation.
    Sonofabitch. She needed new batteries.
    Anne knew with a horrible certainty that she had none in her
room. She’d already cannibalized the ones from her television remote. Chase was
Captain Emergency Preparedness. He had a whole arsenal that was stocked full of
any size battery she could fathom.
    In the kitchen.
    Past the living room, where he was watching another movie.
    A glass of water. She could get a glass of water. Anne
nodded. The perfect excuse. Or maybe she should just tell him she needed
batteries so she could come again and maybe they should just fuck and get it
over with. Then they could be friends again and she’d stop thinking of him.
    Anne peeked out of her room and around the corner. It was
dark and quiet. He must’ve gone to bed too. She tiptoed down the hall and
paused at his door. There was a sliver of light coming