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His eyes are all over me, taking in every inch of my skin and black lace underwear. I put them on thinking of him. Thinking of this room we share and hoping he’d catch a glimpse. Maybe I knew we’d end up here tonight. Maybe I hoped.

“I’ve loved the way you look at me since the day we met.” I draw in a ragged breath. “I’ve wanted you since then, too . . .”

He groans