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bodies coming together with each thrust. The moment he roughly pinched my clit I began to come. I felt everything in my body clench tight in anticipation of falling over. A moan was torn from my chest as I lost my breath. I felt it everywhere. I became light-headed as a tingling spread through my fingers and toes, black spots dancing in front of my eyes. “Jack!”
    Jack buried his head in my neck and groaned as he came. We both clung to each other, gasping for breath, holding onto the moment neither one of us seemed to want to let go.
    I wanted to say something profound for what had just happened but I couldn’t think. I didn’t want to. I was saved from formulating the appropriate comment when Jack spoke first.
    “We better get dressed before someone else comes in.” He slowly pulled out and removed the condom, tossing it in the trash.
    I cooled down instantly, the rush of power that carried me through the night earlier replaced with an awkward clumsiness. It resembled any other rush or high; while it was happening, nothing could go wrong, you could do no wrong-all decisions were the right ones. But when the high receded, you were left with an aftermath you were unsure of what to do with.
    Fuck! What do I do with this?
    Once he was done getting dressed he helped me fasten my dress. My eyes remained glued to the floor unable to look up at him.
    He placed his hands on my cheeks and lifted my face, probably seeing the panic and questions. “Hey, it’s okay.” His simple words rang of deep sincerity.
    His eyes sent a small measure of calm through me. They held both satisfaction and curiosity. Almost like he was amused by my nervousness and wondering what I was going to do about it.
    “Can I get your name?” he asked with a chuckle.
    I paused. Hesitating for some unknown reason. Probably from shame since he still didn’t know it.
    He raised his eyebrows encouraging me to answer.
    “Luella,” I whispered.
    His smile grew as he held a hand out to me as if offering to shake it. “Well, hi Luella. I’m Jack. It’s nice to officially meet you.”
    I placed my hand in his as the door opened again. I stepped away from Jack not wanting a repeat performance.
    “Oh, shit man. Sorry. I didn’t mean to mess you up,” the guy stated with a drunken laugh backing up to the door.
    “No, no. That’s okay. We were just talking. I’m leaving now.” I rushed out the door with a parting “thank you” to Jack. He called out my name, but I was officially crashing from my high. My body began trembling and I knew I needed to get the hell out. Now.
    I was graced in that moment because Evie was with her catch of the night, making out by the entryway. I quickly grabbed her shoulder, and let her know I wasn’t feeling well and was going home.
    She offered to accompany me, but I didn’t want to ruin her night. With a hug and good luck wishes, we parted ways.
    Once I arrived home, I decided right away not to shower. While I was freaked about what I had done, I was not ready to wash it away just yet. So with the smell of sex clinging to me, I fell asleep dreaming of bright eyes and dirty words.

Chapter Four
Winter Winds - Mumford and Sons
    I barely slept that whole week. The sporadic sleep I did get was interrupted by dreams of the way his calloused hands felt on me. The words he spoke to me. The way he claimed me. His brilliant blue eyes haunted my dreams in the best way as I remembered the desire burning in them.
    But what kept me awake after the dreams was the indecision about the way I felt about it all.
    I first felt shame for having sex with a complete stranger in public. But then I remembered the way I felt when it happened. The rush of power. The strength of sexual energy and his attraction to me. It ran through me and lifted me up. It made me carelessly want to do it again. But did I want to with him , or with anyone? It felt like something I could be addicted to and I had already learned the hard way to steer clear of