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His hands.

My breasts.

His lips.

My pussy.

His hands.

My pussy.

His lips.

His teeth.

Each advancement was met with admiration from Fin, allowing my confidence not just to grow but to flourish. The ecstasy he provided was a drug. I craved more.

With Fin, I discovered the elation that came from giving. Not only giving my body and mind but giving pleasure. His was the first penis I saw, touched, tasted, and felt within me. Watching him come apart was as powerful as falling apart.

And then he was gone.

Sex wasn’t difficult to find.

It was that sex wasn’t enough. There wasn’t the connection that Fin and I shared.

That was what I craved—our connection.

We remained quiet as we walked down the hallway, hand in hand. Fin lifted his phone screen to the lock. The green light flashed, and the locking mechanism swirled. One of the bedside lamps was illuminated, creating a bubble of warm light. The windows no longer appeared transparent. The dark sky above the busy street transformed them into mirrors. Our bed was turned down.

Just like the night in Lexington after the fraternity dance when I gave Fin a part of me that only he can have, I was enthralled with the man he had become.

As he closed the door, he lifted my chin, bringing my lips to his.

The scent of his sandalwood cologne, the chill of his coat, and the taste of his old-fashioned on my lips were the perfect combination. The deep baritone of his words and sounds ricocheted through me as the energy in his kiss flowed through my circulation.

My wool coat fell to the carpet.

Fin’s coat slipped to the floor. He pulled at the sling.

“Help me get this damn sling off.”

“Lacy said⁠—”

His finger came to my lips. “Yes, Fin.”

Holy Mother of God.

“Yes, Fin,” I said. It was my answer to everything he promised: the window, the sofa, the bed. Yes, to purple bracelets. Yes, to submitting to the only man I ever had or ever would. I nodded as I reached for the buckle on the sling. “Yes, Fin.”

Once it was off, he flexed his arm.

“How is the shoulder?” I asked.

“Stiff.” His sapphire gaze narrowed. “I’m going to need both hands for what I have planned.”

His words were the striking of a match.

It wasn’t the heat flowing from the register that warmed me. It was the power and devotion in his stare.