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Far too eager by the sound.

“Trevan.” My name tumbled from her lips and across my bare chest. Tingles lifted in its wake. “Need you.”

She rubbed herself against my thigh. Kind of the way things started last week but this time there was a whole lot more implication behind it.

“I want you inside me. For you to show me what it’d be like with you. I want to feel good. You feel so good.”

Holy fuck.

I didn’t know if she was fully awake and cognizant or if she was just rambling from the depths of her mind, but I shot out of the bed before I gave myself time to discover it.

Space was the only thing that was going to keep us safe.

Her eyes popped open like she’d been jarred out of her own trance, or maybe from the deepest abyss of sleep.

Disoriented and dreamy.

She was on her side, and she pushed up onto both hands and leaned in my direction.

Heady bewilderment riddled her face. Her tongue stroking over those plump, pink lips as her gaze raked me from head to toe.

I had on my sweats, but there was no chance she couldn’t see my erection straining against the fabric.

A bear that was fighting to burst free of its confines.

“Trevan—”

“Gonna take a shower.” I cut her off before she had a chance to say whatever she was going to say.

Selfish of me, taking the shower first?

Maybe.

A necessity?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

I basically sprinted into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind me. I flipped the lock like it might be enough to keep me from going back for her.

I forced myself from the door and moved to the shower, and I turned the cold on full blast.

Wrung myself out of my sweats and underwear, then flinched as I stepped into the spray.

“Shit,” I hissed as I tried to dodge the tiny needles that pinged against my flesh.

Not the most comfortable way to wake up but another necessity.

Because I was losing my mind, and I prayed the shocking cold would be enough to knock me back into sense.

I rushed through it, though, since it didn’t do much to quell the throbbing of my dick. I grabbed a towel and dried off quickly, stalled to brush my teeth, because how the hell was I supposed to go back out there?

A harried groan rolled out of me when I glanced at my sweats and tee on the floor, realizing I hadn’t taken the time to snag a change of clothes.

“Fuck,” I grumbled, and I curled my hand around the knob, my heart beating manic as I contemplated what the fuck I was supposed to do.

“Need to grab some clothes,” I shouted at the door, giving Elena some warning. It wasn’t like it hadn’t happened a couple of times since I started staying here, but it was safe to say our situation had become implicitly different.

I gave her a couple seconds, then flung open the door and went to storm out.