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Claire.
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 casuall
