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Her mouth dropped open, eyes widening.
It took a lot to make Melanie Burnham speechless. But my admission did precisely that.
“Seriously, Gin? I mean, I was hoping you’d admit you kissed, maybe got some finger-fuck action. But you had sex with Gideon Saint during your birthday party and didn’t tell me until now?!” she shrieked.
“Why don’t you broadcast it so all of Southern California knows?”
“You can’t blame me for being relieved that you’ve finally slept with someone.” She straightened, this information seeming to have made her hangover disappear. “Tell me everything.” Her eyes lit up as she leaned into me. “How was it? How did it happen? Where did it happen? Was he as amazing as I imagine he is? When are you seeing each other again?”
“Slow down, Mel. I…” I trailed off, trying to get my thoughts in order. “I don’t really know how it happened. One second, I was telling him about the scavenger hunt Samuel planned for me. The next, I was kissing him.”
A surge of electricity coursed through my body, igniting every nerve ending as I recalled the warmth of his lips on mine. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a claiming, the way his mouth all but owned me.
“The next, we were doing a lot more than just kissing.”
“How was it?”
I shook my head, trying to find the words to adequately explain how last night was. It had been so long since I’d experienced anything remotely close to the intensity and passion I did with Gideon.
“Perfect,” I finally answered. “It was exactly what I needed. At least that’s what I convinced myself in the heat of the moment. It was why I went as far as I did.”
Her expression fell. “And when the moment fizzled out?”
“I did, too.”
“What happened?”
I pinched my lips together and stared blankly ahead.
How could I explain it? How could I put into words why Gideon stirred up emotions and memories I’d been fighting to bury for years?
“He felt so much like Samuel,” I choked out.
“Imogene…,” Melanie sighed, resting her hand on my arm, warm and comforting. “You can’t live your life thinking every man with blue eyes could be your long lost love. Samuel’s dead. I wish he weren’t. Wish he were still here. No doubt you two would be married and have an entire basketball team of little kids running around because of all the sex you’d be having. But he’s gone.” She squeezed my arm. “And he’s not coming back.”
“I know that. Mymindknows that.” I hesitated as I sipped on my coffee. Then I leaned toward her again. “He moved like him. Tasted like him. Held me like him. Hefeltlike him when he was inside me. And then…”
“Yes?”
“Samuel used to do this…thing.” I pulled on the hem of my shirt, shifting on the couch. “Whenever things got intense in the bedroom?—”
“You mean when he fucked you so hard it made the walls shake?”
I gaped at her, my eyes bulging out of their sockets.
“I heard you two a few times I came home early from class.” She shrugged, as if it weren’t a big deal.
I should have been horrified she’d overheard us having sex, but it didn’t seem to faze Melanie. Not much did.
“So Samuel used to do a thing after a particularly rough pounding?” she prodded me to continue.
“Right. Of course.”
I squared my shoulders, pushing down my unease at the idea of talking about this with Melanie. But if I couldn’t share this with her, who could I?
“He’d sort of…bring me back to earth, in a manner of speaking. Would pull me into his arms and kiss me. Gideon did the same exact thing last night.”
“What?” she exclaimed, eyes widening once more. “Hekissedyou after fucking you?” She feigned disbelief. “Thatisstrange. We should definitely launch a full investigation into this unusual occurrence. I mean, nobody kisses after sex. It’s so absurd.”
