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and onto her ass. Her amazing fucking ass; barely covered with whatever panties she was wearing.
    "Holy shit," she whispered, bringing my mouth back to hers. Her legs went around my waist.
    I pinned her to the wall.
    Fuck. Yes.
     
    Amanda
 
    Oh. My. God.
    What the fuck is happening right now?
    He had me up against the wall pushing in all the right ways. My legs were wrapped around him while my hips jerked towards his. I was two-seconds away from losing it. His mouth moved from my lips, down my jaw, and onto my neck. I inhaled deeply a few times, trying to calm myself down, but his mouth kept moving lower, and his dick kept grinding harder. Then his mouth was on the swell of my breasts and I knew I should be stopping this but it felt so fucking good. His hand reached up, pulled the top of my dress down, and before I knew it, my nipple was covered with the warmth of his mouth. I threw my head back against the door. A moan escaped from the pleasure of what he was fucking doing to me. He stopped and pulled back from my breast, causing a popping sound. I look down at him; his eyes rose to mine. "Fuck, Amanda. I've thought about this for so long."
    I froze.
    And the memories came back.
    My feet landed on the ground and I adjusted my dress.
    He took a step back.
    "I'm sorry, Matthews. I shouldn't have let it get this far." I shook my head. "It's my fault."
    I turned to open the door but his hand in the crook of my elbow stopped me.
    He spun me around to face him and bent so his eyes were level with mine. "What are you doing?"
    "Nothing." I cleared my throat "I'm sorry."
    We were both panting, trying to catch our breaths.
    Then he had me up against the wall again, his mouth on mine, and I started kissing him back, again.
    Fuck.
    I pulled back.
    "Stop." I pushed him off me. "Look, I said I'm sorry. I don't want to do this." I motioned my finger between us. "I don't want this. "
    "Well, that's not really what your body is telling me."
    I blew out a breath. "I know, I'm sorry. Okay? It's just the beer and the moment. I just got caught up."
    He moved in to kiss me again, but I ducked and move out the way.
    "Quit fucking kissing me!" I was more forceful this time. My emotions were all over the place.
    I don't want him.
    I can't want him.
    Not anymore.
    He chuckled.
    Fucking chuckled.
    "No." I almost yelled. "This shit's not funny, Matthews." My voice cracked, I didn't mean it to, but it did. And before I knew it, I was crying.
     
     
    Logan
     
    She was crying and I don't know what the fuck just happened. I reached out to her but she swatted my hand away.
    "I let you get to me again. You almost fucking had me," she mumbled to herself, shaking her head and wiping her tears.
    "Amanda," I said, trying to soothe her. I tentatively put my hand on her waist, and brought the other to her face, wiping the tears. Her big blue eyes looked up at me. She licked her lips.
    I went to kiss her again.
    Because obviously I wasn't thinking with my head.
    She pushed me away.
    Then her hands were on my shoulders as she maneuvered me to a corner of the room. "Stay there," she said. "And quit fucking kissing me." She walked over to the opposite corner, and stood with her back to the wall.
    We were as far from each other as physically possible.
    "What happened just now?" I asked her. I was so fucking confused.
    "Something that shouldn't have."
    "You keep saying that, but I don't feel like that. To me, it felt pretty fucking-"
    "Stop," she said. "Just please. Stop."
    I watched as her body gave in and dropped to the floor.
    I didn't know what the fuck to do. One second we were making out and was hot as hell. The next second — this.
    I was cautious as I took steps closer to her. I squatted in front of her so I could see her better. "Hey, what's wrong?" I hoped it came out concerned, and not that I thought that she was acting bat-shit fucking crazy.
    When her eyes met mine, she no longer looked sad. She looked — determined, maybe? "What happened, Matthews, is