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The bed was comfortable, but Ellie couldn’t sleep. Adrian was in the living room watching TV. She strained to hear what was on, anything to keep her mind from remembering that glance he’d given her when she’d come out of the bathroom. At first, she’d been sure it’d been desire in his eyes and her body had responded like Pavlov’s dog. Then he’d grumbled goodnight before turning back toward the television.
Had he been disappointed that she’d been dressed in sweats and a T-shirt? She’d even put on a running bra because she wasn’t going to walk around braless in front of him, even for the quick trip to her bedroom. Had he really meant the no s*x thing? She wasn’t going to have s*x with him again but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to.
It was no use. She couldn’t sleep. She hadn’t
