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“See?” I said, turning the phone to him, watching as his frown intensified.

“The fuck?”

As he looked between our screens, I suddenly knew exactly what happened.

My damn daughter happened.

The only other person in the world who knew the passcode to get into my phone. Who could have easily swiped it off of the nightstand when I was sleeping and texted Callow.

Then deleted the texts on my end. But there was nothing she could do about the texts on his end.

Not ready to condemn her to Callow before I even got the chance to confront her, though, I decided to play it off.

“Well, however the hell that happened, I’m glad it did,” I said, ignoring the unease making my belly wobble, not accustomed to being so open with a guy.

“Yeah?” he asked, head tipping to the side as he tucked his phone away again.

“Yeah,” I said, giving him a smile. And maybe, just maybe, my gaze slid to his lips for a second.

It was long enough for him to notice, though, making his own gaze dip.

“Me too,” he said.

This time as he leaned, his hand lifted to rest on the side of my neck as his lips claimed mine.

It sounds absurd, being a full-grown freaking woman, but I swear I swooned.

My belly quivered, my heart fluttered, and a shiver moved through my whole body as his lips claimed mine.

There was nothing tentative about it, either.

Callow kissed like a man who knew what he wanted and was going to go full-in for it.

His lips were hard and demanding, making a soft moan escape me as my hands automatically rose, sliding up his arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer until his strong body was against mine.

Callow’s tongue slid out, teasing the seam of my lips until they parted, inviting him in. His tongue toyed with mine, making fireworks explode inside of me.

My arms tightened around his neck, crushing him to me.

A rumbling sound moved through Callow as his hand slid from the side of my neck to the back. His fingers slipped up into my hair, turning, and doing a small tug at the roots.

The moan that escaped me in response was embarrassing, but there was no stopping it as need coursed through me.

Callow’s hardness was pressed against me, letting me know I wasn’t alone in how far gone I felt so quickly.

I resisted the urge to hook a leg around him, to open myself up, then grind against his length.

But just barely.

Honestly, I was seconds away from actually doing it when a loud whistle from behind us had us both stiffening.

Our lips pulled back in unison. Callow’s face pressed against the side of my head as a laugh moved through me.

Wasn’t it just perfect that a teenager was responsible for us being there like that. And another teenager was what had us coming back into our right heads.

“Better get in,” Callow said, reaching behind me to open my door, “before I do something stupid like drag you down an alley and fuck you up against the wall,” he added.

My legs felt weak at the images his words conjured up in my mind.

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