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hungry and wet pussy to growl, which sparked a wave of desire in Carrie that she couldn’t control.
    She panted.
    She fidgeted.
    She silently wished her long-standing, raw urges away, but then it happened…
    Carrie’s traitorous nipples became hard as stones against Dylan's chest. The feeling was exhilarating. Instinctively, she rubbed her throbbing buds against his firm chest until a wave of heat shot through her core. The feeling was so sexually intense, she let out a deep throaty moan. A moan she knew he heard. A moan that was clearly sexual in nature. A moan that she wasn't prepared to talk about with anyone. Especially him .
    Flushed with embarrassment, Carrie immediately jerked her body from his embrace.
    "What was that, Carrie?" Dylan uttered with a puzzled look on his face.
    She purposefully ignored him, but he wasn't going to give up that easily.
    "Carrie, I'm talking to you. What was that?" He asked with concern in his voice, but still she didn't utter a word. Instead, she grabbed her purse and keys and headed towards the front door.
    "Let's go, Dylan. I’m sure Katie is pissed at us both by now," she bashfully stated, looking down at the floor. Too ashamed to face him at the moment. Her bright, cherry red face clearly told Dylan the conversation wasn't up for discussion. Then, she swung her apartment door open and slipped outside.
    Dylan immediately followed her out of small apartment, then locked the door behind them.
    "Carrie, are you just going to leave without saying a word?" he barked as the chill of night sunk into his bones.
    "Please Dylan, just let it go!" The pain in her voice forced him to drop the subject, but a million thoughts were swimming fast and free in his head What in the hell just happened? Had his best friend just moaned in his ear? And, more importantly, why had he enjoyed the sweet sultry sound of her whimper?
    "Fine, we don't have to discuss this now, but we will, later," he stated firmly.
    Carrie didn’t utter a sound nor did she look his way. Her treasonous actions had already crippled her with fear. She wanted to hide. She wanted to scream. She wanted to jump into his arms and explain everything, but the steady stream of guilt pumping in her veins kept her speechless.
    “Let’s go,” Dylan uttered nonchalantly as he unlocked the door. He thought about pressing the issue, demanding a response, but opted to remain quiet because he didn’t know what to say or do. Plus, there had to be another explanation.There was no way Carrie Heights could be interested in him.
    Absolutely, no fucking way!
    Something else had be to going on, but what the hell was it?

CHAPTER TWO
     
    The entire ride to the Lou's Pizza Parlor was done in silence. Dylan blasted Rihanna's new CD in his luxury two-door, limited edition, charcoal grey BMW convertible, hoping the melodic sounds of the artist would drown out the awkwardness of the situation. Unfortunately, neither one of them heard the music, because they were both lost in their own private thoughts. Several times during the ride Dylan thought about reaching over and rubbing Carrie's trembling hand to comfort her, but after her unexpected moan he didn't know what to do.
    When they finally arrived at their favorite restaurant, they both breathed a sigh of relief. Seconds later, an overly-anxious, seven months pregnant Katie came wobbling to the car, with her husband Jeff. “What in the hell took you guys so long!” His sister joked as she swung open Dylan's car door.
    Neither said a word, but the pale and distraught look on both of their faces told Katie something was wrong. “What's going on here?” She inquired, but her question was interrupted by the loud ring of her cell phone. She looked down and winced, then her eyes shot up to her twin brother. “Dylan, dad needs you to call him. He said he called you four times and you haven't answered your phone.”
    “I know what he wants and so do you. I don't have time for that conversation right now,