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JED
For two weeks, Aiden and I worked late into the night, mapping out a storyline and learning the characters we created together.
It was pure magic sitting close beside him, soaking in the warmth of his body even though we didn’t touch beyond an accidental brush of fingers or knees beneath the table.
He showed more restraint than I had expected after I’d given into my sinful nature and we’d crossed an ethical line.
Sure, he flirted, took every opportunity to toss out s****l innuendoes to make me squirm, but he kept his hands and mouth to himself.
While I lusted for both to the point I couldn’t think straight.
Add in the rising tension in my guts from the church, more evidence from Jamie after the collections the next two Sundays that made the discrepancies in numbers very real,
