9Claire. I couldn’t sleep.He was in my bloodstream, in my chest, between my thighs. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, saw the way he looked at me when he came, the way he kissed me like he was trying to stake a claim.My husband lay beside me in the hotel bed, snoring softly and oblivious to what was going on in my head.I stared at the ceiling and felt like I was suffocating.I waited another twenty minutes, then slipped out of bed without a sound, pulled on jeans, a tank top but wore no bra. I grabbed my phone and my keycard but left my ring on the bathroom counter.I didn’t even know where I was going until I was already outside.And then I saw the car.His car.Julian was parked beneath the shadow of a tree across the street, driver’s window down, arm resting casually on the door like he hadn’t been sitting there for hours and he knew I’d come.I walked straight toward him without thinking or breathing.He didn’t speak as I opened the passenger door and slid in. Didn’t lo
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