My hand is on it before the choice feels like mine. I push it open, step in, turn, press it shut – and the latch catches with a small click that drops the whole way down through me and lands between my legs.When I turn back, I see that Chloe is holding her hand out, and it's her hand I take.She draws me down onto the edge of the bed, and she doesn't kiss me yet. Her fingers come to the side of my face first, tucking my hair back, her thumb at my jaw, turning me into the lamplight so she can look."Hi," she says, soft."Hi." Barely.Then she kisses me. Softer than I let myself imagine on the nights I refused to imagine it, warm, taking her time, and under it a trace of salt that I know is Luke, and the knowing lands low and hot. She reads my mouth open, her bottom lip catching mine and dragging, her hand sliding into the hair at my nape to hold me where she wants me. A sound leaves me I've never made with anyone awake to hear it. I feel her smile against my lips. She licks into the s
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