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... is thighs spread against mine irritably turns me on. Having his arms around me and his palms spread on my tummy makes me feel weirdly needy. Weak even, and I fucking hate it. I don’t understand these feelings. I don’t give a flying fuck about Miles. Why would I? Because we had sex? Please. That means nothing. That was short-lived.
Despite this uncomfortable unsettling attraction, I have to admit that something is going on between me and Miles. My attraction to him is not my conscious cho ...
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