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sleep that night, my brain in overdrive from the porksword fondling and the kiss and what Henry said about complications. He was leaving in eleven days and would not be back for half a year; it wouldn’t do us any good to start anything now, especially something as tricky as sleeping together.
    But a small part of me wanted it anyway, wanted to push through the barrier that had held us back all these years and find out what the hell was on the other side. All these years I’d held my crush at bay, thinking that nothing could ever happen between us, that we were forever banished to the friendship wasteland.
    What if there was somewhere else, a terminal in between where we could be together in body and keep our hearts separate so as to not endanger the friendship? Did such a place even exist?
    I finally fell asleep when I came to the only logical conclusion, the possibilities filling me with a sense of hope.
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    The next day I came home from work with a plan and a bag of takeout from Chili’s. I pulled out plates and started setting the table when Henry came walking out of my bedroom wearing camo pants and a tan undershirt that hugged his muscles.
    â€œWhat were you doing in my room?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
    He held up a pistol leg-holster that I’d used last Halloween when I’d dressed up as Lara Croft. “I was getting my stuff together and couldn’t find my other holster. And lo and behold, it was in your room.”
    â€œSorry,” I said. “I guess I forgot to return it.”
    â€œAh, yes,” he said with that sexy, sliding look again. “You can have this one if you would just wear that costume every day.”
    I was thinking of a suitable retort when the food caught his attention. “What’s all this?” he asked, standing in front of the counter.
    â€œJust wanted to remind you of what you’ll miss out on while you’re gone.”
    He dipped his finger in the barbecue sauce and sucked it into his mouth. “You are not playing fair.”
    I leaned over the counter and pressed my arms together, just like I’d done at the bar, the V-neck of my wraparound dress the perfect frame for my assets. “Hey, when you’ve got ’em, use ’em.”
    Henry’s eyes tried their damnedest to stay off my cleavage, but in the end, the gravitational pull was too much. He swallowed, frowned, then tore his eyes away from my chest. “What are you doing?”
    I held his eyes, trying to convey my message. “Reminding you of what you’ll miss out on.” My heart pounded wildly as he studied me, his expression changing from doubt to desire.
    After what seemed like forever, he pushed away from the counter and stalked over to my side, placing his hands on either side of me, trapping me in place. With his face mere inches from mine, he asked in a pained voice, “Do you have any clue what you do to me?”
    I shook my head, but I really did.
    He took a half step closer, pressing his erection into my stomach. “You drive me insane,” he said in that gravelly voice. He lowered his head and I felt his breath on my neck, on my ear. “You make me want something I can never have.”
    My breath came out in ragged gasps when I said, “I’m all yours, Henry.”
    His hands grasped at the skirt of my dress, balling them up in his fists. “I’ve wanted you for the longest time, Elsie,” he said. “If you’re unsure about this, tell me now and I’ll step away and we can go back to pretending that everything’s the same.”
    The hem of my dress rose a few more inches up my thigh as he gathered more fabric in his hands. I was transfixed by the curve in his upper lip, the way it offset his thick lower lip.
    â€œElsie, tell me,” he ground out.
    I pulled on his dog tags and brought his face to mine. “I want you just as much as you want me,” I whispered against his