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I took her hand off my chest and held it for a second, then let go. “I should go up,” I said. My voice sounded like gravel.
Jess’s face did something complicated. Then the bubbly mask slid back on. “God, yes. Sorry. I’m a total mess. Pretend I didn’t do that.” She laughed, a bit too loud. “Night, Tom.”
“Night.”
I climbed the stairs with my cock aching against my shorts and lay in the dark staring at the ceiling like a man doing penance. Hannah’s side of the bed was cold and flat. I thought about her, I really did, her laugh, her tired smile in the morning.
Then I heard the door of the spare room close, the bedsprings, and a long, shaky exhale a few inches from my head.
Tap. Tap.
Two soft knocks on the wall, right by my pillow.
I held my breath. My phone buzzed on the bedside table and lit the ceiling. A message from Jess.
can’t sleep. u?
Another one, a second later.
also i’m sorry. i’m a bit turned on and a lot embarrassed. this wall is THIN
My thumb hovered over the screen. In the next room, her breathing was quick and uneven.