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breathes in sharply as my fingers find their way to the waistband of his jeans,
my thumbs brushing across the hairs that trail from his navel downwards.
    I unbuckle his belt and his kisses become more frenzied. He finds the zip on the back of my dress and lowers it down. I slide it off my shoulders and thank my lucky stars that I wore nice
underwear tonight. We dispose of the next few garments quickly and fall back on the bed in our underwear, our limbs tangling with each other’s as we kiss.
    ‘What the hell?’ Alex mutters, his hand rustling on something on the pillow.
    ‘Chocolates.’ I reach behind me and sweep what must be half a dozen of them to the floor.
    ‘You must be popular with the maids,’ he whispers as he unclasps my bra. Then his mouth finds one of my nipples and I’m speechless with desire. His lips return to my mouth and
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him against me. Oh wow, he
really
wants me. The feeling is mutual. Suddenly he freezes.
    ‘What is it?’ I gasp. Please don’t stop now!
    ‘I haven’t got anything,’ he says in a low, deep voice. ‘I mean, I wasn’t expecting...’
    Shit! Condoms. ‘No, me neither,’ I admit, wanting to kick myself. ‘I’ve never done this before.’
    Our breathing is short and sharp.
    ‘I... I’m on the Pill,’ I say hesitantly. ‘I haven’t been with anyone since... I mean, I know I’m okay...’
    ‘Me too. No one since...’
    Neither of us says our exes’ names out loud.
    I tilt my head up and kiss him gently on his lips. He kisses me back, then pulls away.
    ‘Are you sure?’ he asks me quietly. ‘We don’t have to.’
    ‘I want to,’ I whisper. ‘Don’t you?’
    I hear him smile, even though I can’t see much in this low light. ‘Yeah, of course.’
    How can it possibly hurt to have one night of passion with a beautiful man?
    I run my fingernails down his back and pull him into me, our mouths never breaking contact. The sensation is so intense it leaves me breathless.
    I have no idea what time it is when I wake up. There’s a dull throbbing inside my head as I roll over and come face to face with Alex, fast asleep beside me. I stare at
him for a long moment, the dark hairs of his eyelashes curving like adorable miniature fans. He looks very peaceful when he sleeps, five o’clock shadow gracing his jaw and black, sexed-up
hair. His face is lit by sunlight pouring in through a crack in the curtains. I prop myself up on my elbow and watch the whizzing, circling, silvery flecks of dust caught in the bright shaft of
light.
    Alex murmurs and I glance down at him.
    ‘Wow, your eyes are
really
blue,’ I say with surprise, my voice coming out sounding huskier than usual.
    He smiles dozily up at me. ‘What time is it?’ His voice is thick with sleep and alcohol abuse.
    ‘I don’t know. I think it’s late morning, judging by the sunlight.’ I turn my head back towards the curtains. ‘Look at the light shaft. The dust motes are like
fairy dust. They’re magical.’
    He frowns. ‘What are you going on about?’
    ‘Can’t you see them?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘Maybe you have to move out of the light to see how beautiful it is.’
    ‘You’re beautiful.’ He reaches up and tucks a wayward strand of hair behind my ears.
    I grin down at him. ‘Aw, did you just deliver me a really corny line?’
    He shrugs lazily. ‘Might’ve done.’ He cups my head and pulls me down for a kiss. I give him a quick peck, but resist taking it further.
    ‘Let me go and brush my teeth.’
    I slip out of bed, feeling self-conscious about the fact that I am as naked as the day I was born.
    ‘Can you chuck me my phone from my back pocket?’ he asks, oblivious to my insecurities. ‘I’d better text my parents to let them know I’m alive.’
    He watches me and I feel my face heat up as I dig around in his jeans pockets. I throw him his phone, he looks amused and then I duck into the bathroom and come face to face with my reflection
in the