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“Fuck! I’m coming!” I shout. “Carson!”

“Fuck! Star!” he bellows.

We cling to each other as our orgasms slam through us. For a moment, I lose sight of anything but him, and I’m afraid if I let him go, I’ll lose myself completely. He’s anchoring me in place as I’m overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.

When my orgasm fades away, I collapse back onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied. Everything feels heavy but in a good way – in a sated, post-coital kind of way. Carson’s limbs are warm against mine as he pulls me closer to him, his face buried in my hair.

“Star…” he whispers again before drifting off to sleep. Even after everything that just happened, all I want to do is reach up and touch his chest again. So I do. I slide my hand between his pecs, keeping my touch light so I don’t wake him up. I snuggle closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder and allow myself a soft smile as I let myself relax and start to fall asleep, ignoring the little voice in the back of my head asking‘What the hell just happened?’over and over again.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: NEW DYNAMICS

CARSON

Wakingup in the middle of the night with Skyler cuddled against me is jarring. I momentarily forgot what we’d done together. The memories flood back in an instant. Staring up at the ceiling of Skyler’s bedroom, I’m not sure what I should be feeling right now.

Holy shit. I can’t believe we did that… again. We’d both been so determined not to, and yet it had happened anyway. Almost like it was inevitable.

I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want Skyler. Even Elizabeth, who I once thought I might be in love with, never excited me the way my Star does. I’d broken up with Elizabeth before high school graduation because our relationship just hadn’t felt right and I just couldn’t make it click the way I wanted to. It’d been like trying to shove a square peg in a round hole, and I’d felt the same way about every other woman I’d even casually dated since.

I don’t have that same discomfort with Skyler. Things between us…click.

But things shouldn’t just click! I don’t want or need any clicking! I’m not interested in a relationship,so what am I doing right now? And with Skyler of all people? Even if I wanted a relationship, which I don’t, Skyler doesn’t even live here, so… there’s that.

I’m not sure what to think about all this. I can’t help but like the way it feels to have her pressed against me. As I’m still trying to untangle the thoughts rushing through my mind, Skyler stirs next to me. Opening her eyes, she looks up at me and appears momentarily startled.

“What the…” Her eyes widen and I know realization is hitting her just as hard as it hit me.

“Hey,” she murmurs, inching away from me a bit. I want to pull her back to me, but I resist, not wanting to freak her out.

“Hey.”

She chews her bottom lip for a moment before saying, “We did it again.”

I nod. “Yep. We did.”

I run a hand through my hair, feeling the tension in the air between us. Having sex with each other once is explainable. Lack of judgment. Accidents happen and all that. Twice, though? It makes it much harder to pretend like this is just a coincidence. Like we keep ending up in bed together by mistake.

“So…” I murmur, breaking the silence. Before I can say anything else, Skyler interrupts.

“So, clearly, we can’t seem to keep our hands off each other,” she sighs.

Skyler turns her head to look at me. Her dirty blond hair is a mess, splayed out on the pillow. I wrap it around my hand and give it a gentle tug. She’s always wearing it up, usually in a ponytail, but I really like how it looks loose and fucked up. She swats at my hand but I don’t let go.

“Okay, so we’re amazing at fucking each other,” I say. “What do we do about it?”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” she admits, her voice soft. “Maybe instead of fighting, all that animosity between us has shifted into this… lust-hate daze or something.”

Lust-hate daze. The words hang in the air, and I realize she might be right. We’ve been at each other’s throats for so long that maybe this is just what happens when the fighting stops. The tension has to go somewhere, and apparently, it’s decided to take the form of this intense, undeniable attraction.

I turn onto my side, propping my head up on my hand as I look down at her.

“So, what does that mean?” I ask, genuinely curious. “Is this something that could keep happening?”

Skyler doesn’t answer right away. She bites her lip again, thinking it over. I can see the wheels turning in her head. Finally, she looks back at me, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“It could,” she says slowly, like she’s testing out the idea. “I mean, I’m only in Denver for a little longer, and… well, it’s been a while for me. So why not use the opportunity to, I don’t know, scratch the itch?”

There’s something in her tone, something almost casual, that makes me realize this could actually work. She’s not looking for anything serious, and honestly, neither am I. I’ve got enough on my plate with the team. I’m trying to keep my head in the game, and the last thing I need is to complicate things with feelings.