"There," Alex said, suddenly stepping back. " That is the right way. Remember that feeling, Violet."
He released her hips. Let go.
Violet instantly felt cold. The warmth of his hands and the hardness of his "morning alarm" disappeared. She felt empty.
Alex picked up his coffee cup again. He took a long, casual sip. Slurp.
"Well, thanks for the coffee. I need to get dressed now. You should go... practice your squats somewhere else."
He turned around. He started to close the bedroom door. Creak.
Violet stood there in the hallway. Her mind was racing a million miles per hour!
'He was hard,' she thought frantically. 'He was definitely hard! That means... even if he thinks I am old... his body wants me! He reacted to my curves! I have a chance! I still have a chance!'
But she knew she had to act fast. If that door closed, the moment would be gone. Marine would wake up soon. The opportunity would vanish!
'I have to seize it! Carpe Diem! Seize the Alex!'
Violet lunged forward!
