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than this room, and more than us. More than that...there’s a lot more to us than...this.”
    “There wasn’t more for Sarah,” she said, her words choked. “This was it, Trav. And I’m not going to...to jump off a building, but what I saw tonight reminded me that...that we don’t necessarily have tomorrow. Unless we’re choosing to take tomorrow from ourselves, like she did, I think we all truly believe that tomorrow is going to be there, but we’re just making up stories.”
    He closed his eyes. “Is that all?”
    “Yes. Because until the sun actually rises we don’t really know if it will for us. It’s just...making fantasies for what we hope will happen when the only thing that’s real is...now.”
    “But tomorrow...”
    “Screw tomorrow,” she said, her words fierce. “It’s not...I can’t...”
    He angled his head and closed the distance between them, his lips pressing hard against hers. Cutting off her words, trying to cut off her thoughts, her pain, her desperation. And his own.
    And just like she’d said it would, everything burned away. There was only this moment, this room, this kiss.
    Sydney was drowning. And she didn’t want to come back up for air. This was everything she’d ever wanted. Everything she’d never known she wanted. It was Travis, so familiar, and so wonderful, doing something to her that was completely different. So wild and unfamiliar.
    It was a collision of fantasy and the most stable reality she possessed.
    And it was incredible.
    She curled her fingers around the lapels of his shirt and pulled him closer while his hands roamed over her back, sliding over her curves.
    His palms so big, and hot and masculine, warming all of the freezing places inside of her. She parted her lips and dipped her tongue into his mouth, tasting him, tasting the moment.
    He groaned and she found herself on her back with his body over hers, his kiss deeper now, desperate.
    He moved his hands to her wrists and pushed her arms up over her head, his hold firm to the point of pain. But she found she didn’t mind. It helped drown everything else out. The emotions that were swirling around in her chest, threatening to overtake the pleasure that was trying to carve out a home in her body.
    But that bit of pain pushed the emotion out. Let her focus entirely on the physical.
    On Travis.
    She wiggled against him, wanting to wrap her arms around his neck. But she couldn’t. Because he was holding her down, keeping her captive. She arched against him, her arms still pinned firmly to the mattress.
    She opened her eyes, and saw that he was looking at her, a glimmer of a wholly different kind in those dark depths now.
    She tried to tug free of his grasp, but he wouldn’t allow it. She lifted her head and kissed him again, biting his bottom lip hard.
    He drew back, his expression shocked, but only for a moment.
    “Is that what you like?” he asked.
    It wasn’t. At least, it hadn’t been in the past. But it occurred to her then, with her best friend on top of her, his thick, hard erection pressing against her stomach, that she had no idea what she liked.
    Because with Damon it had all been about him. Vaguely satisfying sex that had been driven largely by the command of his vanilla needs.
    If, when they’d been together, he was in the mood, she capitulated. If he wasn’t, she didn’t pursue it.
    He’d been the more experienced party when they’d gotten together, and so she’d left it up to him show her how it all went.
    “I don’t know what I like,” she said.
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean...I like this,” she said, looking over at where he was still holding her hard to the bed. “And I liked biting you. But beyond that my sex life has been very missionary position.”
    A smile curved his lips. A wicked smile she’d seen the ghost of before, when he saw a woman in a bar who had captured his interest. When he looked at a woman he was dating.
    But she’d never seen it in full force. And it