Chapter Thirty Five

There are several rules to a no-strings relationship.

No getting to know each other. No dinner dates. No casual kisses or touches in public. And absolutely no cuddling after sex.

I’ve always been okay with this. Even then, my rational mind said that I was okay with the way Ivan left after. After all, this was what I wanted. It fulfilled everything. There was no stickiness and my stupid and crazy desire for him could be stated.

Or I could attempt to state it. I woke up more than once that night tangled in my sheets with a damning ache between my legs. My dreams were endless replays of last night, and his words seemed to echo through my dream world.

Even that morning, six hours after waking up, I could remember the dreams as vividly as I remembered the real thing. Perhaps my dreams and my memory were merged into one, into something more intense and beyond reality.

Or perhaps I was just thinking of that freaking crazy orgasm again.

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