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He made a soothing sound as he lay down beside me.   I tried to cuddle closer, but saw that he’d put a pillow between our lower regions.   I shrank back, my shoulders hunched.   He was wary even to touch me.   And he should have been.   I was an infatuated fool, just like he’d said.   I turned away from him, burying my face in his pillow.   It smelled like him; I wanted to take it home.   He threw an arm around me from behind, pulling my back against his chest, and my butt against the…pillow.   He spoke against my ear.   “We all missed you, you know.   It hasn’t been the same without you.   Not even close.”  
      “I thought you hated me,” I said quietly, holding my breath to hear his answer.  
      He cursed, but stroked my hair, as though to soften the cursing.   “Never, Lana.   Never.   I was afraid of that.   Am I the reason you’ve stayed away for so long?”  
      I didn’t answer, and he squeezed me tighter.   “You’re right, I just need a nap.   I’m out of my mind tired.   I’m not usually like this, I swear.”  
      He sighed against me. “You take a nap.   I’ll make us some dinner, k?”  
      I didn’t answer, just burrowed more deeply into his divinely smelling bed.  
      He kissed the top of my head before leaving me.   He didn’t hate me, I thought, as I drifted off to sleep.   It was something.  
      I was wrapped in Akira’s arms again when I awoke.   There was no pillow now.   My leg was hiked up high on his hip, our chests rubbing together with every breath.   I glanced at his face.   Still asleep.   I moved against him very slightly, and found that not all of him was asleep.   I moved again, and moaned.   His erection was so hard and thick, straining at his shorts in a glorious display.   I knew he was only responding to me because he was asleep, but it didn’t seem to matter.   I began to rub against him, panting as our chests rubbed together, and his hard cock rubbed against my sex.   His hand caressed my hip, pulling me closer as he grunted in his sleep, eyes still closed.  
      My tiny bikini suddenly felt so oppressive, and I untied the top impatiently, rubbing my nipples against his chest.   The hand on my hip moved up, kneading at the pliant flesh.   I turned onto my back to give him better access.   He stroked my full, sensitive breasts until I squirmed.   I untied my bikini bottoms, guiding his hand lower, putting his fingers right on my sex.   His talented fingers took over from there, rubbing and stroking until I was panting.  
      I glanced at his face.   His eyes were still closed, but his face was flushed, his breath harsh.   “Mmm, Lana,” he murmured, his fingers plunging inside of me.   His erection was pressed against my hip now, and I touched him, stroking him roughly over his shorts.   “Milena,” he said, his voice sounding irritated.   But still, the sound of her name on his lips froze me in my tracks.   I tugged his busy hand out of me, extricating myself from him with regret.   He didn’t know what he was doing, and I had very nearly taken advantage of that fact.   I curled into a ball, shrinking away from him.   I felt him wake with a start a moment later.   He hugged me from behind again, as though nothing had happened, and began to relax back into sleep.  
      He felt along my hip, and then, very lightly, felt the spot on my back, where my bikini should be tied.   He cursed, and I felt him begin to search for the missing scraps of material.   I rolled onto my back, throwing an arm over my eyes.   He sucked in a breath as he looked at me.   He shook my shoulder lightly.   I parted my legs slightly, arching my back a little to give him a better view, my arm still covering my eyes stubbornly.  
      I felt him freeze, and I knew that he was staring at me.   He didn’t move for so long that I shifted again, parting my legs farther apart, wanting to see what he would do.   Could he see