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curious, so wet, so eager. We danced the night away and then we made love over and over again. I think of Mia’s soft skin and the little noises she made as I ate her pussy. She had no qualms about her body or her figure as she climbed over me, kissing and licking me right back.
    She rode my face like it was exactly where she belonged.
    She came over my mouth as she owned the moment.
    She cried out when I finally plunged my cock into her soft, sweet pussy.
    And then she came again with me inside of her.
    I come against the shower tiles as I’m thinking of the moment I came inside of her. Nothing has ever felt so perfect in my damn life and I’m an idiot for letting her go.
     
     
     
    ***
     
     
    When I get out of the shower, I slip on some pajama pants and grab my phone. There’s a single text from Selena. Weird. Why would she be messaging me? I mean, we’re acquaintances, but I wouldn’t say we were close. We’re certainly not regular texters.
    Then I open the message.
     
    Mia is coming to see you. Be nice.
     
    That’s all it says. I want to ask how she knows Mia, but it doesn’t even matter. Selena works at the diner in Honeypot, which means she knows everything that happens in Honeypot. Nothing gets past her. People go into the diner to relax, but they also talk a lot: more than they should.
    Selena practically runs the place. The owner, Rufus Brown, is an old man now. He doesn’t have the time or interest to take proper care of the diner, so he pays Selena a shitload of money to handle everything for him and she does a damn good job. Whether it’s dealing with rowdy customers, arranging new menu specials, or organizing special events, she can do anything.
    Anything.
    I stare at my phone. If Selena is warning me about Mia, it means she not only knows that Mia is here, but she knows why Mia’s in town. I’m guessing Mia spent the afternoon at Bumble’s Diner. Was she pouring her heart out to Selena? Was she telling her everything that’s wrong with her life?
    Did she tell her why she needs to come talk to me specifically?
    I decide to keep things simple. Instead of asking Selena to fill me in via text, I respond politely, then hurry to get ready.
     
    Thanks for the heads up.
     
    I quickly grab a shirt and pull it over my head, then look hastily around the living room. It’s a mess. While I keep my bakery completely spotless, I can’t seem to do the same thing with my home. There’s really no saving it. I can shove everything in the closet, but I’m too shocked to even bother.
    Mia is coming over.
    She’s coming to see me .
    I don’t have to wait long because the doorbell rings just then and I practically throw myself at the door in a rush to get it open. I manage to find the handle and open it like a normal person. Breathe. I try to breathe.
    “Mia,” I say. She’s standing in front of me shaking nervously, and it’s all I can do to keep from drawing her back into my arms.
    That’s what got us in trouble earlier, though. I was holding her and everything went to hell so fast. She said she had something to do in Honeypot, someone to see.
    Was she talking about me?
    “Can I come in?” She asks quietly. Her voice is almost a whisper.
    “Of course.” I try to sound normal. I try to sound like I’m not a teenager whose girlfriend sneaked over when his parents were out of town.
    She walks past me and goes to the couch. She pushes my laundry aside and sits down. If the mess bothers her, Mia doesn’t say anything. Despite the clutter of my living room and despite her disheveled appearance, I can’t help but appreciate her grace.
    Mia is gorgeous, to be sure, but she’s also collected and calm and just graceful. She moves like a dancer, like the world is her stage. She moves like she can do anything she wants if she just puts her mind to it.
    She puts her hands on her lap and starts to fidget. I close the front door and come into the room, sitting on the coffee table in front of her. There’s