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finally touched her, kissed her, licked her, like he’d always fantasized about. He’d finally been inside of her.
    He wasn’t going to pretend that they’d spent the night drinking coffees and playing fucking charades.
    They’d made love. He’d watched it in the mirror. Watched her face flush with pleasure as he thrust deep into her tight, wet body.
    No, he wasn’t playing the denial game.
    He looked back at her and saw that she was still in bed, frozen, covering her breasts and staring at him.
    He arched a brow and she looked away. “Just give me a second.”
    He sighed and turned his back, listening to the sounds of her scurrying around like a madwoman. Undoubtedly hunting for her clothes.
    Then he heard the snick of the bathroom door and he let out a heavy breath and sat on the edge of the bed.
    He was still sitting like that when she reemerged in her dress from last night, her high-heeled shoes back on her feet, her face bare of any makeup.
    “Aren’t you going to get dressed?” she asked, blushing and looking away.
    He lifted his shoulders. “Sure. Just a second.” He turned and picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. The concierge instructed him to leave his key on the nightstand, and informed him his card would be charged.
    Best seven hundred dollars he’d ever spent, that was for damn sure.
    Too bad it wasn’t a long-term investment. That much was becoming clear.
    And he didn’t want to push.
    If she were anyone but Syd, he would tell her. But he was afraid he might lose more than he would gain if he did.
    If she were only someone else, he could tell her how he felt. But if she were someone else...he wouldn’t feel it.
    He never had. Not for any other woman he’d dated or slept with.
    So the entire hypothetical scenario was moot.
    “Now I’ll get dressed,” he said, finding his shirt and pants in front of the vanity.
    He had a morning hard-on and there was no hiding that. Though, he doubted he could really blame his erection on the time of day. Any time he was with her, naked and with the fresh memory of what it was like to hold her against his body...he was going to be hard.
    She was trying not to look while he dressed, but he caught her watching. He was gratified to know that he at least presented a temptation to her.
    Though, whether she showed it or not, after last night she could hardly deny feeling an attraction to him. Her body’s reaction to him didn’t lie. The kind of response she’d had to him wasn’t fake.
    He’d felt how wet she was for him. Had felt her internal muscles clench tight around him. He knew that, at least for a while, she’d wanted him. Had responded to him.
    He finished buckling his belt and turned back to face her. “Ready?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I’ll call my driver.”
    * * *
    He could tell that Sydney was dreading going inside the dorm. They’d spent three hours in relative silence, and he’d been able to feel her tension increase as they’d drawn closer to the university.
    “I’ll go with you,” he said.
    She nodded slowly and he could read the gratitude in her eyes. He wanted more than gratitude. But he would give her what she needed right now, no matter what.
    They needed each other to get through this. Sarah had been his friend, too, and losing her, especially the way they had, especially having witnessed it, was too much pain to bear by themselves.
    He opened the door and got out, then rounded to her side and opened the door for her. He offered her his hand, and she took it. Though, he knew there was an understanding that this was about friends comforting each other. Not lovers seeking physical touch.
    They moved through the halls of the building. It was quiet, the mood somber. No one was lingering outside their rooms. It all had a decidedly empty feel to it. Travis imagined that those who had been able to go home to their families had done so. And that everyone else was huddled together somewhere, trying to deal with the loss of a friend.
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