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the morning.
    He had to be next to her one more time before he left for school and he prayed that she was asleep. He needed to spend his last night in Phoenix beside her. He needed to touch her and bask in the arousal it gave him.
    Ben opened her door and stepped into Dylan’s dark room. He removed his shirt and slid under the sheets. He moved close to her, barely enough that he could feel her breath on his chest. He let his arm relax over her body and moved his hand into her soft hair.
    Dylan moved closer to him and flipped onto her back. Ben could feel her bare skin beneath his. The bottom of her breast rested against his arm and it nearly sent him into a pleasure induced coma. It was obvious she was awake and even more that she was happy he was in her twin bed.
    His mind didn’t think. He couldn’t let the better part of his brain remind him of why it was wrong. He let his hand move under the fabric of her shirt, traveling over her warm skin. It was a sin against nature for something to feel this good. Before he could even stop himself, his hand was on her breast.
    He had startled her. He realized this only when he heard her hiss into the air above them. A gasp escaped from her mouth while she lifted her head and quietly sighed back into his arm.
    He moved his mouth to her hair. He barely allowed his lips to touch the skin of her neck while he inhaled her beautiful scent. He imagined all the things that he could do to her and with her.
    Dylan kept her eyes closed as she pulled him on top of her and welcomed his hard body between her legs. The shift in control was too much for him and he didn’t know why. He shouldn’t have thought and he was angry at himself for allowing his brain to function. He had to stop . This wasn’t Dylan, and he certainly couldn’t allow meaningless sex to be the last memory with her.
    He said nothing as he moved off of her suddenly. He refused to look at her face as she sat up and stared at him with a confused glare. It was dark in Dylan’s room, but he didn’t need the guidance of light to know there was an unforgiving amount of pain flowing from her eyes. He pulled his shirt over his head and fled like the gutless dog he knew that he was. That was the last time he would see her for five long years.
    Now, in a symmetrical realm of irony, there he was again. Dylan felt his body slide to hers beneath the blankets. She wasn’t confused if she was dreaming. She knew he was there and she wasn’t the least bit surprised.
    His arms wrapped around her torso and he pressed himself to her. His open hands moved down along her skin, causing her still body to shudder against him as he pulled her closer by her hips.
    He wasn’t trying to be gentle like he didn’t want to wake her. This was different. Like his looks, the mannerisms in his late night bed invasions had matured into a masculine surprise. 
    She didn’t tense up, push him away, or even turn to face him. She only lay perfectly still, knowing if she made any controlling moves he would leave instantly.
    He nuzzled his face to her hair, inhaling as he pressed his lips to the skin of her neck. He whispered through a gust of alcohol, “I know we’ve never kissed, Dylan.”
    Her lips formed a smile that she would not dare allow him to see. She knew him well enough to know that this would be the extent of his admissions for one evening. Ben always left her wanting more. Tonight, however, that quiet statement was enough for her and now she could sleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three
    Dylan awoke to the sound of Ben leaving. She opened her eyes just in time to see the bare back of him sneaking out her door. She imagined him fearfully looking around to make sure that not a soul would see his secret departure. If he were to get caught, she was sure he would hope for it to be Hugh out of them all. Hugh would give him less grief.
    No one would guess that nothing happened while Ben slept in her bed, spooning