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When I don’t respond, she continues.

“I trust you, Clay. And I trust her. Besides, last night was the hottest night of my life. So if you do cheat on me, at least record it and let me watch.”

A loud laugh bursts through my lips. “What is wrong with you?”

“Honestly…I don’t know.” She’s laughing too. The sound is warm and soothing, washing away the cold feeling of regret and shame.

At times like this, Jade really does feel like the best friend I’ve ever had. That’s how our relationship started, anyway. She made me laugh, and for the first few years that I knew her—when she was far too young for me—I wasn’t actively trying to fuck her. It gave me a sense of freedom just to be myself with her. That might make me an asshole, but at least I can recognize it now.

Because now she is all of those things, and I’m not dumb enough to throw that away.

“Last night was really hot,” she adds.

“It was,” I reply, my cock twitching in my pants at the memory of them both taking turns wrapping their lips around my shaft.

“I know she said it was a one-time thing…” She lets her voice trail, and I know without even asking what she is implying.

“But…” I reply, encouraging her to finish that thought.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want to do that again,” she says with accusation.

Of course, I want to do that again. Fuck, I’d like to do that every day of my life if I could, but Jade is reckless. She doesn’t seem to be giving any thought to what this could result in if we’re not careful.

“If Eden said it wouldn’t happen again, then it won’t happen again.”

“Then talk to her,” she says eagerly.

“I’m just taking her groceries, Jade. Her son will be there.”

Jade lets out a sigh. “I know. I just…can’t stop thinking about it. You and her together, and then her watching you and me…”

“Driving with a hard-on isn’t pleasant, babe.”

She lets out a giggle while I have to adjust myself in my loose gray sweats.

“Okay, I’ll stop. Sorry,” she replies.

She sounds as if she’s walking, and neither of us says anything for a while as I drive. Directions to Eden’s house are playing on the screen in my car, and a feeling of restless excitement settles itself deep in my bones.

I’m driving to Eden’s house. My girlfriend is encouraging me to talk her into another night together. I should be cautious, but I’m too fucking needy and excited. For what…I don’t even fucking know.

“You know…it’s not only because it was hot,” she adds because my sweet Jade can’t handle a moment of silence.

“Then what is it? Why do you want to do it again?”

“I don’t know. The chemistry between you two was amazing. It was just…special.”

And I get it. It’s the most sense she’s made all day. Because I don’t understand it either. I just know that I need to feel it again.

* * *

Eden’s house is so suburban. Not that I thought she lived in some kinky lair in the city’s underbelly, but I did not expect this. She has a perfectly manicured front lawn, a deep-red front door, and flowers growing in the flower bed in front of the porch.

I check the address three times to make sure I’m in the right place.

I pull the car into the driveway and text her that I’m here. I’m praying that she’ll at least let me in, but part of me is ready for her to take the groceries and slam the door in my face.

Iaminvading her privacy. She has a fortress of well-constructed boundaries that are meant to keep others out of her private life, but I seem to be bulldozing my way right over all of them.

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