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away. But he loved the taste of her mouth. He took her lips with his, let his tongue toy with hers, felt her melt against him—then felt her stiffen. And he knew.
    She’d discovered wood.
    She stepped back from him, rested her hands on his chest, glanced down at the bulge in his boxer briefs. “I guess we shouldn’t be doing this—or not too much of it, anyway.”
    Will felt his mouth move, heard his own voice. “I guess not.”
    What do you mean, you frigging idiot! It’s exactly what you should be doing!
    A part of him wondered what she would do if he kissed her again. He could tell from the sharp points her nipples made through his T-shirt she was turned on, too. But some part of him—some really stupid, overly chivalrous part of him—thought that might be cheating.
    She smiled, looking insufferably sexy and sweet. Then she kissed him—on the cheek. “Good night, Will. I love you.”
    “Good night, sugar. Sweet dreams.”
     
    Lissy lay in the small twin bed, her body pleasantly aroused. It really had been a wonderful evening. She loved Will’s sense of humor and his whip-smart mind and had enjoyed discussing the film with him, even if neither of them had understood it or liked it. She felt she could talk to him about anything and never grow tired of hearing what he had to say. And even though they’d been together for a year and a half now, he still surprised her, as he’d done tonight by bellowing, “I love you!” on the Mall.
    All in all, their first day of no sex had been well worth it. Not that it had been easy. Seeing him in the shower today had brought her to the edge of a meltdown. The sight of soap bubbles sliding over the muscles of his chest and abdomen, his dark body hair slicked against his wet skin, bubbles gathered in the wet hair that covered his testicles, had left her sopping in an instant. Clearly, unless she wanted to walk down the aisle in a barely there Badgley Mischka, she was going to have to be more careful.
    No, it hadn’t been easy. Not then, and not when she’d been tempted to follow him to their bed so he could rock her world with that hard cock of his. Still, today had proved they didn’t have to have sex to cherish being with one another. Maybe going without sex for a while would deepen their relationship.
    She rolled over, ignored the tingle between her legs and was soon fast asleep.
     
    Will fell asleep, too, but a few hours later and only after he’d wrapped his mind around Lissy—and his hand around himself.
     
    Lissy woke early the next morning when she tried to snuggle against Will and found herself pressing into a rough, cold wall. Unable to fall back asleep, she took a shower, brushed her teeth and started a pot of coffee.
    They spent the morning doing chores. Lissy did laundry and went shopping for groceries, while Will packed their books, photo albums and his collection of vinyl LPs, carried them through the “Cone Zone” to his truck, and moved them to the new house. They were halfway through the grilled salmon salads Lissy had picked up for lunch when Devon called and asked if Will was in the mood for a little game of touch.
    And so Lissy found herself sitting next to a cooler full of Fat Tire in the park down the street from their condo watching Will toss around a football with his groomsmen. There were a thousand other things she could have been doing, but she loved to watch Will play, partly because he enjoyed it so much and partly because—okay, she could be honest with herself—there was something about six-foot-plus of sweaty man in battle against sweaty man that made the secret girly part of her squeal.
    She certainly knew more about football than she had when she’d met him, and she knew talent when she saw it. Will had more than his fair share, his movements powerful, focused and graceful. Even with his knee injury, he ran like the wind, though he limped slightly between plays. With hands that had been described as “magic” by sports