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off, and it’s only her sweat slicked body under my own, her soft sounds of pleasure, her heaving breasts, and the sweetness between her legs.
    My heart is beating like a drum. My hips flex, moving on their own accord as I thrust into her again and again. I groan, her warmth driving me over the edge. Her body stiffens, and she cries out. I thrust deeply into her one last time, helpless as my own body explodes in a peak of pleasure I’ve never experienced before.
    I collapse on the bed, trying to keep my weight off her. There are no words to describe how I feel.
    “You’re beautiful.” I whisper and I turn on my side and pull her to me. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
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    I wake up relaxed and sated. Beside me, Sophie is staring at my face, her lips curved in a shy smile.
    “Good morning.” She whispers. I watch her stretch, her naked body perfect in the morning light, reminding me of last night. My own body hardens in arousal, eager to pounce on her. I restrain myself. She looks okay, but I’m sure she must feel a little soreness.
    “How are you feeling?” I ask her.
    “Great.” She smiles, clearly not unhappy, “A little sore.” She adds with a shrug, as if it doesn’t matter.
    I nod. I should leave. I have to get back to the office, and she’ll probably have to go to work.
    “When do you have to leave for work?”
    Her good mood seems to dissipate. It turns out that she doesn’t have to leave anytime soon. “When are you leaving?” She asks me, her voice tiny.
    “At noon.” I ignore the sadness I can hear very clearly in her voice. There’s no point in trying to postpone the inevitable. I’ll leave, and she’ll forget about me. The thought is depressing, but I shrug off the unwelcome feeling as I get up to go to the bathroom.
    The tiny bathroom has barely enough space to turn around in, but I manage as best as I can. I try not to imagine what life will be like for her in a new city. It’s hard enough to find a job when you’re qualified, for her it’ll probably be hell. I explore different scenarios in my mind, trying to find one in which I can offer her my protection, but in each scenario I can’t help taking, and taking everything she has to offer. Somehow, any assistance I can give her doesn’t seem worth everything she’ll give me in return.
    When I leave the bathroom, Sophie’s gone. I find my briefs on the floor, and pull them on. I’ll have to stop by my apartment to shower and change before going to the office. The rest of my clothes are still in Sophie’s tiny living room. As I leave the bedroom to find them, I hear the sound of the doorbell.
    In the living room, Sophie is standing by the door in her robe, peering into the peephole. My clothes are lying on the couch. I start to pull them on, wondering who it is at the door.
    The bell rings again. “Are you going to get that?” I ask. Sophie turns around, looking surprised to find that that I’ve joined her. I want to see who it is. It’s unreasonable how obsessively jealous I feel, but I can’t help it. I had to have her, now I can’t bear the thought of her with anyone else.
    She waits, watching me put on my clothes, and then she turns back to the door, only opening it about an inch.
    “Hey Sophie.” I instantly recognize the voice of the person on the other side. It’s Eddie, from last night at the restaurant.
    “Hey Eddie.” I hear her reply.
    My chest expands as I take a deep breath. There’s no overt friendliness in her voice. The knot in my stomach loosens a little.
    He continues to talk, giving a long speech about wanting to make sure that she’s all right. What’s his deal? I’ll bet he’d like for her to invite him in and allow him to show her how worried he really is.
    I move from my position beside the couch until I’m standing behind Sophie, directly in his line of sight. He looks up, and I watch with satisfaction as his expression changes.
    His boyish smile fades and his voice loses its