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Chapter 21 by micdan282 micdan282

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Rikki tore off her mask the moment she got back to her apartment, tossing it onto the kitchen counter like it had burned her. The suit followed shortly after, peeled off in pieces, each one feeling heavier than it should.

She stood there in the silence of her living room, her lips still tingling from the kiss she couldn’t stop replaying.

Her mind was a swirl of thoughts, none of them coherent.

Whisper.

There had been something intoxicating about her. The way she moved, the way she talked, the smirk she wore like it was second nature. Rikki hadn’t seen it coming, not the kiss, not the electric charge between them. She wasn’t even sure how it happened, but she hadn’t stopped it. She hadn’t wanted to.

But now? Now, she couldn’t make sense of what it all meant. What did it mean that she had kissed her like that? What did it mean that she had wanted it? And why the hell was it that every time she thought about it, her heart beat faster, her skin seemed to heat up all over again?

She grabbed the nearest bottle of tequila from the counter and poured herself a glass without even thinking. The burn was sharp, but it helped clear the fog in her brain, if only for a moment.

One thing she new for certain was that she was horny. She grabbed her phone and quickly texted Finn.

Rikki: Hey baby, you still awake?

She had another drink, starring at the phone, the silence of her apartment growing heavier by the second.

Rikki sat back, her mind replaying the encounter with Whisper. The way her eyes glimmered with an intensity Rikki couldn’t quite place. How close they had been. How easily Rikki had given in.

What’s wrong with me?

The thought echoed in her mind, but she pushed it away. She didn’t have the answers. Not yet.

She checked her phone, still no response.

Fuck I’m so horny.

She stood up, pacing for a moment, trying to shake the thoughts of Whisper from her mind. She's justified sleeping with Devin to herself but now she'd kissed Whisper. Things were starting to get out of hand.

She reached for the bottle again, her fingers trembling as she took another swig.

She glanced down at her phone, and a reckless thought wormed its way into her mind. With a sigh, she reached for it and, in a haze of liquid courage, typed out a message she knew she’d regret.

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