“Look at you,” I say, grinning at him. “All grown up.”

He almost looks bashful. “Yeah, well, whatever. Come on in.”

Will opens the door to his new apartment and I walk inside. It’s pretty sparsely furnished, and there’s nothing on the clean white walls, but it’s all his. There’s a TV, there’s a couch, there’s a coffee table, and I assume there’s a bed. That’s probably all he needs right now.

“Your very own apartment,” I say to him.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve had my own place, you know,” he says.

“It’s the first time you’ve lived alone,” I point out.

He grins. “That’s true. It’s a little lonely.”

“Oh yeah?” I smirk. “Is that why you invited me over?”

He laughs and walks into the kitchen. “Caught me. And here I was thinking this would be my housewarming party.”

I walk over and sit at the counter as he brings out two glasses and a bottle of wine. “Pretty sad party, if you ask me.”

“Turns out I don’t have a ton of friends in Weston, who knew?” He shrugs and pours two drinks. “I just invited the only person who matters, anyway.”

I roll my eyes but accept the drink with a smile. “Don’t be so sappy.”

“Don’t be so cute.”

I groan and sip the wine. He laughs and takes a nice long drink. There’s this strange tension between us, but I don’t know what it is.

I think because this is the first time we’ve been alone since the night we slept together. We’ve been texting a bunch and talking on the phone, and I saw him briefly the night he got kicked out of his dad’s house. He stopped over just to let me know that I was okay, but Eleanor was there, so we couldn’t really talk much.

Things moved fast after that. He got a hotel room for a few nights and found this apartment pretty fast, which is either lucky, or there’s just not a huge thriving apartment culture n Weston. I assume it’s a little bit of both. I’ve been busy with work and Cara and didn’t get to visit him at the hotel, which is probably for the best.

I know what he wanted to do. I know what I wanted to do. And I know what I still want.

He leans against the refrigerator, wine glass rolling in one hand. “Want the tour?”

“Sure, why not.”

I slip in behind him as he walks toward the family room. “This is where I watch hockey,” he says, gesturing at the old, brown couch. “This little beauty is the finest trash picked couch in all of Weston.”

I make a face. “Trash?”

“Some rich guy was just putting it on the curb when I was driving by.” He laughs and pats it again. “I mean, look at it, perfect condition.”

“I’m not sitting on that.” I stare at him.

“More for me!” He laughs and moves on toward the hall. “Here’s the bathroom, where the magic happens, you know.” He gestures into a small full bath.

“Lovely,” I say.

“And here’s where the real action occurs.” He pushes open his bedroom door. “Voila. The bedroom.”

I follow him in and laugh a little. It’s pretty much empty except for a queen bed, a single nightstand, and his duffel bag of clothes on the floor.

“Obviously I need more furniture,” he says. “I’m just happy I have a place.”

“Do you want help with that?” I ask him, going over to sit on the bed. “I can decorate for you.”

“Oh yeah? You’ll be my interior designer?”

“Sure,” I say, leaning back, wine glass balanced on my stomach. “I’ll make this place real nice.”

“I’m sure you will.” I feel him leaning over me. He takes my glass away and I hear him set it down on the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” I ask, smiling.

“Nothing.” He starts to unbutton my jeans.

“Will. That looks like something.”

“Does it?” He cocks his head. “No, I don’t think so.” He finishes unbuttoning them and starts to pull them off.

I lift my hips and let him. He slides them off and tosses them onto the ground.

“Something different about you,” he muses.

“Yeah, I have no pants on.”

“That’s it. I like it.”

“I bet you do.”

He pulls me to the edge of the bed and I wrap my legs around his waist. He grabs my hair, tipping my chin up toward him.

“Do you still have bruises?” he asks softly.

I shake my head. “The handprint was the last to go.”

“Damn.” He kisses me softly. “I think we can fix that.”

I fall into him again, even though I shouldn’t. Before I realize it, my shirts off, and his hands are all over my body. My bra follows, and my clothes are on a pile on the floor as he pushes me back onto the bed, my hair spilling around me.

He pulls his shirt off, revealing his tanned and muscular chest. I reach out to touch him as he spreads my legs and climbs on top of me, his body pressing me down. He kisses every inch of my skin, lips to neck to breasts to hips. It feels so good and I’m losing myself with desire again, unable to step away from this moment.

“It’s been too long,” he says.

“It’s been a week.”

“Way too long.” He pulls my panties off and I laugh. I roll over, pushing him down and straddling him. He reaches down between my legs and teases my pussy as I bend over, kissing him and letting his fingers roam my clit. I wiggle my ass as he slides his fingers inside of me.

I move down him and tug his boxer briefs off. He’s rock hard already and I take him into my mouth, rolling my tongue along his skin. He groans as I suck him, taking him into my throat and back. He lets me do all the work, which I love. I lose myself a little, getting sloppy, sucking his cock and making him groan.

He pulls my head back by the hair and he rolls me onto my back. I stare up at him as he roughly pins my hands above my head and spreads my legs wide. There’s a fire in his eyes again as he presses his cock against my pussy and slowly thrusts deep inside.

I groan, chin tipped up. “That never gets old,” I say.

“It better not.” He puts his hand on my throat, my hands pinned above my head. He starts to fuck me like that, slow at first, but getting aster, rougher. I work my hips and ride him, getting into the rhythm of it. I love how he dominates me, controls me. Keeps me pinned in place.

He pulls back and rolls me onto my stomach. He spreads my ass and licks me top to bottom before fucking me again. I have to bite down onto a pillow to stop from screaming his name out over and over. He rocks deeper and deeper and slaps my ass hard enough to leave a bruise, with only pushes me ever higher.

He turns me over again, pinning my wrists. “I want to see your face while you come,” he whispers, which drives me crazy. He fucks me faster, deeper, and I know I’m not far. Sweat’s on my body now, and his hard muscles drive me wild.

The orgasm rips through me not long later. He’s fucking me like an animal, pinning me down, licking and kissing my breasts and lips. I come hard, my legs spread wide, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t make me suck him off.

He comes inside of me. Thick, heavy spurts, and I love it. I love the feeling of him, filling me up. I moan his name and roll my hips, helping him along, and he groans.

He collapses onto the bed beside me, pulling me tight against him. He kisses my shoulder, breathing the smell of my hair deep.

“That’s the best housewarming present I think I’ve ever gotten,” he says.

I laugh and slap him a little. “Don’t be a pig.”

He grins. “You like it. And I expect to get another present soon.”

“How soon?” I ask, staring into his eyes, and his grin gives me all the answer I need.

This is probably a mistake. There’s a voice in the back of my mind telling me to stop. The last time I ended up in bed with Will, I had a baby and got my heart broken. We’re just becoming close again, I shouldn’t screw this up with sex.

But he’s so handsome, and his hands are all over my body, and I know I’m saying yes.