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Alex had loved Jamie since they were kids. He’d

Alex had loved Jamie since they were kids. He’d loved other women, in his own way, although he knew it was doubtful that any of them would’ve believed they’d ever had anything close to love from him. But Anne, Anne, oh, Anne, it was so different with her and had been from the start. Sex. Lust. Love. Guilt. Everything had become all tangled up inside him, and whatever Alex might have thought about himself, he knew for a fact that he was a selfish prick.

He wanted to touch her.

He moved up behind her and slid a hand into the thickness of her hair. He meant to cup the back of her neck, but instead wrapped his fingers in the fall of auburn curls and tugged her back against his body. She moved. She molded herself to him, her ass pressing sweetly and perfectly into his groin. What they did could barely be called dancing, not with the crowd pressing in from all sides preventing any kind of real movement. Jamie was two feet away, bouncing and throwing up the devil horns, mouthing the lyrics. Alex and Anne moved together for a minute or so, and all he could do was soak her in.

Until she turned, that look of disgust back on her face. She put her fingertips on his chest, over his heart, and shoved. Hard. It hurt. Not just the physical touch, her fingers digging into the meat of his chest, but the way she did it so vehemently. She was pissed, but worse, Alex saw the flash of tears in her eyes and the corners of her mouth turning down. She was crying. He’d done that to her. All he’d wanted was to touch her again, even if it could only be for a minute or two or ten, and instead he’d been a colossal asshole and hurt her.

Again.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, half-hoping she wouldn’t be able to hear him.

“You,” she said, and he had no trouble hearing her even over the music and the cacophony of the crowd. “I don’t trust you.”

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The Kissing & Screaming

This science-fiction steamy short takes place on a

This science-fiction steamy short takes place on an interstellar pleasure cruise ship! I myself hate cruises (seasick) but I love, love, love, stories about cyborgs, robots and outerspace shenanigans.

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