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I could feel his chest rising and falling. It was so strong, and so fucking broad.

He grew.

“You were in the mirror maze.”

Silence.

“The farmhouse.”

Nothing.

“The woods.”

His fingers flexed against my waist.

I swallowed.

“And you let me think it was fucking Sebastian.”

That finally got a reaction.

He tried to sit up, but I knew what I was feeling under me could be used in my favor.

I ground down.

He groaned.

The sexiest sound I have ever fucking heard.

Through my jean shorts, he was hard.

So hard.

And from what I could feel, big.

So fucking big.

“Stop fucking moving Sullivan.”

It felt so weird to say his name, but now that I knew it, I wasn’t going to stop.

“Why?”

I leaned closer, my breath tickling his.

“Why did you let me believe it was him?”

His hand slid slightly around my waist.

I felt the restraint.

Like he was trying hard not to touch me.

“You could’ve told me.”

Silence.

“You could’ve taken the mask off.”