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just self-preservation.
    I wrapped up his food, washed my dish, and headed into the living room. I straddled him. He lifted his head, moving his hands to my waist.
    “ Hey, you,” I whispered.
    “ Hey,” he replied in a similar soft tone.
    “ I know this is hard for you. I’m not trying to make it harder by helping Ian.” I stroked down his face with my finger.
    “ Then why are you doing it?” His eyes and his tone pleaded with me for some kind of explanation.
    “ Because I want to help you.”
    “ By helping him.” He looked unconvinced.
    “ Did you ever stop and think that everything that’s wrong with you started with him?” He turned his head and appeared to consider it. I reached out and turned his face back to mine. “If the two of you don’t find a way to heal from all this hurt, you’ll never find your peace.”
    He leaned in and kissed me, then pulled back. “I never wanted to be this guy again. This guy who’s so totally consumed with a woman that everything seems to be closing in on me when that’s threatened.”
    I ran my hand through his hair and he leaned into it. “I’m working on saving you both. But I need you to know that no matter what, if you need me to… I’ll be your safe haven.”

Come Away With Me
    Xander
     
    I woke in Avery’s bed. The day before, she’d had her second session with Ian, and I handled it a lot better this time. I knew I had to trust her, and I did. I just didn’t trust Ian for shit. I didn’t want him turning her against me.
    She loomed over me with a sweet smile on her face. She’d held on to her serious façade for quite a while, but once she released it, she smiled and laughed all the time.
    “ How’d you sleep?” She asked the same thing every morning, and the answer was always the same.
    “ Good.” This was a half-truth. Since I’d begun to spend every night with Avery, I fell asleep so content that I slept great until the dreams would start. They didn’t come as often, but when they did, I made sure to not wake Avery with the restlessness I felt afterward. She tended to rough it out with me, and though I appreciated it, I didn’t want her watching over me.
    Therapy was helping in a sense. I didn ’t feel like all those memories were bottled up inside me, and the dreams lessened, but it wasn’t a cure-all. I never expected it to be. I was just thankful for the nights I did sleep and even more grateful I got to wake next to Avery every morning.
    She leaned in, her naked skin caressing mine, her pebbled nipples brushing against my chest. My morning wood began to ache with the need to be inside her. Her lips brushed against mine , and she bit me on my jawline, her wet pussy rubbing against my cock.
    I fucking love morning sex.
    “I’m late,” she said before hopping off me abruptly .
    What? I tried to catch hold of her waist, but she’d been expecting that. She dodged my attempt to pull her back with a giggle.
    “ Fuck no. You can’t just make me hard, then walk away.” I’d been so close to being inside her, my cock was weeping pre-cum from the anticipation.
    “ You were already hard.” She smiled wickedly at me before running into the bathroom. I threw an arm over my eyes, trying to convince my cock to calm down. After all, I’d come three times last night. We could wait, right? I looked down at my cock and it twitched. Yeah, not happy with waiting at all.
    Avery came out and sat in front of her vanity, fixing her hair in the mirror. Watching her from the bed in the morning when she got ready for work had become one of my favorite pastimes. It was foolish to be so captivated by the simple act of rolling on stockings and snapping garters, but it got me hard every single time. I was beginning to think she was purposely putting on a show for me, because it seemed to get more provocative with each passing day. She had no idea just how much power she held over me.
    I rose from the bed and walked up behind her. She watched me in the