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I’d only seen him in person a few times before, and he was always the same. Big, and silent, and gorgeous.
Some part of me—some stupid, ridiculous part of me that must’ve completely forgotten about the hell I’d been through at the hands of nearly every man I’d ever been involved with—wanted to help him.
It wanted me to sink to my knees beside him.
To wrap my own fingers around his length and show him pleasure like he’d never experienced it.
But I didn’t.
And I wouldn’t.
His breathing picked up, as he continued stroking himself.
This was a horrible violation of his privacy. I needed to leave—IknewI needed to leave.
But I couldn’t make my feet move.
His fingers dug into the wooden chest, his strokes growing rougher, and heat flared in my lower belly.
He was about to lose it.
My toes curled into the soft carpet beneath them, and desire swelled inside me.
I hadn’t been attracted to someone like this in so many years, ifever.
I moved my foot slightly, parting my legs just the tiniest bit, and Aev’s head jerked toward me.
His hand stilled as our eyes collided.
There was a moment of tense, heavy silence.
He had to be able to smell my attraction to him.
I could sure as hell smell how turned-on he was, though it had nothing to do with me.
And—
His head jerked backward as his spine arched harshly.
An anguished roar escaped him.
Panic swelled in my chest, in place of the desire I’d felt. The searing pain had only lasted a second for me, when Nev sealed things with Fovea, but the ache… the ache had gone on. And on. And on.
Even now, I felt it.
And Aev’s would be much worse.
…unless I took it away.
His fingers dug into the wooden chest so hard that the wood began to morph.
His chin dropped to his chest, his breathing ragged and pained.
My heart began to beat faster.
I had only been coming to sit with him. To hug him, if he needed a friend. To distract him, with silly stories about a happy life that I’d been pretending was mine on Earth. As far as he knew, I’d had everything I ever wanted handed to me on a silver platter. I hadn’t lied about my life, but I’d left out the painful parts.
So I couldn’t seriously be considering doing what I was thinking of doing.
