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Lily leaned her head back on the couch and stared at the ceiling, which happened to be finished with wood that had a mesmerizing scatter of knots in it. She could stare at it for hours, aimlessly counting the knots while she vainly attempted to get her mind off of Noah. Even trying to think of something else sent her thoughts cartwheeling into the memory of the other night. The way his hands felt on her skin, his lips on her body and the feel of him inside of her—her body flushed at the memory.
“Dammit!” She stood up abruptly and began pointlessly tidying the living room.
Noah had called her yesterday, and she had let his call go to voice mail. She couldn’t quite figure out how to face him. She was so stirred up by what happened, she didn’t know what to do. All those years of trying t
