The stretch, the warmth, the way my heartbeat stuttered in time with my breath.
His skin was heat and friction against mine.
I could feel every inch of him. Not just inside me. But against me. In my blood. In my bones.
My body arched, bowed, shook, clung.
Harrison surged, tightened, coaxed, gave me exactly what I needed.
Heat spiraled and coiled tighter and tighter until it felt like I might snap from the pressure alone.
“I can feel you about to come apart,” he groaned in my ear, feeling me tighten around him. “It’s okay. Let go. I’ve got you.”
I came apart around him, hips jerking, toes curling, body surrendering to the rush of pleasure as it coursed through me over and over.
“Fuck,” Harrison groaned when the pulsations eased and he settled deep, body jerking as he came apart as well.
His weight pressed into me after, and I clung tightly to him, my body racked with aftershocks.
And as the heat ebbed, I felt unexpectedly vulnerable, fragile—like my skin had been peeled back along with my composure.
It was just supposed to be fun, light, easy.
Yet the closeness felt suddenly dangerous.
Not because it felt wrong.
But because it felt a little too right.
I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat and curled until Harrison had no choice but to slip off to my side.
As soon as I was free of the physical weight of him, I fled the emotional weight as well, moving to sit off the side of the bed for a second.
“Where are you going?” Harrison asked, his voice thick.
Every ounce of me wanted to turn around, to slip against him, to curl on his chest and listen to his heart fall back to a steady rhythm under my ear.
And that was exactly why I rose from the bed, fumbling for my discarded clothes in the dark.
“I need a drink,” I said, holding my clothes to my chest as I made my way into the bathroom.
Alone, I leaned against the door, my heartbeat hammering.
“What the fuck?” I whispered to myself.
My head turned, catching sight of myself in the mirror.
The same long, dark hair, the same chocolate brown eyes in a round, feminine, delicate face, the same long, somewhat willowy body.
The only thing that was unfamiliar was that round-eyed, panicked look on my face.
Because what the hell was that?
Sex was sex.
Nothing more.
And yet…
