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MIA

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@LadiesMan69 → @LittleLark17:

Hey pretty lady. How was ur Halloween?

I hav a broomstick u can cum ride on.

Hit me up.

UGH! This is pointless.

His message dried my pussy up more than the Sahara. What the fuck is this bullshit? He can’t even take the time to write complete words. And don’t even get me started on his username.

I toss my phone to the side and stretch out in bed, pointedly ignoring the sting of my thighs.

I’m such an idiot. At this point I should probably consider swearing off men altogether, just look at my track record—tonight included.

How did I not figure out the mystery masked man, who arguably gave me the best sex of my life, again, is none other than Swayze Wolff, playboy police lieutenant, aka my fucking roommate?

Not everyone wears three thick silver rings on their fingers. The cool metal pressing against my cheek should’ve been a dead giveaway.

And then there was the shaggy hair, long enough to tangle my fingers in. Not to mention his woody cologne.

I literally just walked past his open bedroom doorway and the same scent slapped me in the face.

And can we talk about the way he touched my face before he walked away?

Or the way your breath just stuttered, reliving the memory of his fingers stroking your jaw… that wasn’t the touch of a freakin’ stranger was it Mia?

God, I’m such an idiot. I even thought he was familiar. Safe.

The fucking signs were all there. Honestly, a fish slap would’ve been more subtle.

Did I somehow know who it was subconsciously and want it to happen?!

I tamp down on the urge to giggle nervously—hysterically, more like.

How the fuck am I supposed to process that?

The first time we fucked was meant to be a mistake. We’re definitely not gonna talk about it being the second best fuck of my life.

It should never have happened.

Good sex isn’t worth the risk, especially when our lives are too intertwined. Too complicated.

We were neighbors growing up and have been in the same friendship group forever. We’ve even lived together for a huge chunk of our adult lives.

My twin brother—another of his best friends—and I shared dorms with him in college. Then I moved in with him three years ago after I broke up with my cheating, trash human ex—yes, that Ex.

Oh, and I should probably mention that our parents are still neighbors. And best friends. We attend family dinners together once a freakin’ month.

“Don’t shit where you eat” couldn’t be more appropriate in our situation.

Sooooo it really wasn’t the best idea to drunk fuck him in the Jett’s restroom—despite being so horny we didn’t want to waste time coming home—even if it was hot as fuck.