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sweaty and as I knocked on his door, I didn’t know what I was going to face.
                  When it opened, I held my breath. His housekeeper answered. Before I could open my mouth, she held an arm out and pointed inside. When she turned and waddled away, I heard her mumble under her breath, “Always Alex, he says. Always Alex, he says.”
                  As I walked through the mansion, the same cold feeling came to me. Goosebumps ran up and down my arms as I turned down the last hallway. His room was the last door, but when I opened it, I knew he wasn’t there.
                  I took a shuddering breath. It rattled in my lungs and I didn’t know what else to do.
                  Leave?
                  But then I couldn’t look away from his bed. It was a king size. The sheets were rumpled from when he had gotten up that morning. I knew how they felt. I shivered from the need I had to curl up among them. The nights I had spent in there had been the best sleep I’d gotten. Before I had fully made my decision, I slipped off my sandals and crawled underneath his sheets. They were so soft to the touch. I nestled under them.
                  My body started to relax and the fatigue started to slip in. My eyelids grew heavy, but before I drifted off to sleep, I thought I saw a black shape in the doorway. But then it didn’t matter and I was asleep.
                  “What? What is she doing here?!”
                  A shrill voice snapped me out of my sleep and I jerked upright.
                  “Shut up.” It was a low command.
                  “I won’t shut up! Look at her! What’s she doing there, Jesse? I thought you wanted me tonight and we find her in your bed!”
                  I rubbed my eyes and tried to make sense of what woke me up.
                  Then I heard a curse and he snapped, “Fucking leave then.”
                  “What?” The girl calmed down and whimpered. “But I thought—”
                  “I don’t give a shit. Go.”
                  And then the door shut behind them and I lay back down, exhausted once again. It wasn’t long before it opened again and I sat back up. As I yawned, Jesse stood inside the door, frowning at me.
                  I continued my yawn. “You told me to come over last night.”
                  Then he yawned and rubbed a hand over his face. There were lines of exhaustion around his eyes and for a moment, they were sad. My heart skipped a beat. I resisted the urge to pull him into my arms. But then the look vanished and he grimaced at me. “I didn’t think you’d still come.”
                  I looked away, gathering the bedcovers around me. “You hoped I wouldn’t still come.”
                  Then he sighed. The bed sank underneath his weight and he sat against the headboard beside me. “Do you blame me?”
                  I swung around and searched him. The fatigue was back on his face, but the wall had fallen. Hope sparked inside of me. It leapt like a flame in a fire that’d been smoldering. It was hungry and wanted more, but I contained it. I kept my voice under control as I asked, “Why didn’t you want me to come?”
                  “Because I goddamn feel everything.”  His voice was gruff. “I’m sick of feeling, Alex. Only you. No other girl makes me feel this shit I don’t want to.”
                  And without thinking, I reached out and took his hand in mine. Our fingers slid against each other and then I nestled back underneath the covers. It wasn’t long before he sighed again and scooted behind me. His arm came over my waist and one of his legs slipped between mine. When his chest started to rise and fall in a deep slumber, I allowed a small smile.