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"It's okay," I say. "Really, I understand. Let's just forget about it and move on."
But as I say the words, I can feel the tension between us growing. I know that she feels it too, because she suddenly turns to face me, her eyes searching for mine in the near-darkness.
"Jack," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to be just friends."
Jesus. This girl is the most confusing woman I’ve ever encountered.
“Indy, you gotta stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop confusing the fuck out of me with this ‘Let’s be friends only,’ no wait let’s be more than friends. I’m a straightforward man and it’s confusing. I respect your boundaries.”
I grind my teeth together. What the hell am I getting myself into with this yoga retreat, roommate with a woman?
Should I just go back and stay at my mansion?
Somehow, that doesn’t seem like it would give me the experience I’m looking for, either.
“You didn’t respect them at all when you came in last night.”
“And you like that? You want me to cross your boundaries?”
Silence. She gets up and turns a light on, so we can see each other.
“So what do you want, really?” her voice asks.
Before I can even respond, I feel her lips pressing into mine in the low light. The touch of her lips sends a jolt of electricity through my body, and I find myself kissing her back, pulling her close to me.
My body lights on fire, touching her lips. I run a hand down her back. It’s so sweet, such a contrast to our absolutely feral hookup.
We kiss for what feels like an eternity, both of us knowing that we shouldn't be doing this, but unable to resist. When we finally pull back, we're both out of breath and our hearts are racing.
"Amelia," I say, my voice low and husky. Now I’m the one whose conscience is kicking in. Yoshimi is the one person in my life who I don’t want to disappoint, and breaking the rules, and getting kicked out of this retreat would do just that. “It’s going to be freaking obvious to everyone in this retreat if we carry on. We shouldn't be doing this."
"I know," she says, a hint of sadness in her voice. "But I can't resist you."
We stare at each other for a long moment, both of us unsure of what to do next.
“I’m sorry if I’m confusing you,” she says. “Friends. Really. I mean it.”
I nod, running my hand over her backside. “Alright, Indy. For real this time. Just friends.”
And then, with a sigh, we both turn away from each other and try to go to sleep, knowing that we've crossed a line that can't be uncrossed.
I feel like I’ve come to this yoga retreat to learn how to meditate. But really?
I’ve signed up for three weeks of torture.
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JACK
When I wake up the next morning, Amelia is already out of the room.
Which is good. I don’t want to have to watch her get ready.
Too tempting.
