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The intensity of the thought, of the moment, flushed a strange response up her face—tears involuntarily springing to her eyes once again. She wasn’t the emotional type, but something about Warren just drew every emotion out of her that she never knew she had. He made her…warm and fuzzy—two things she didn’t think she was or could be.

“Why’d you come here?” he asked.

“I guess—I just had to know.”

“And do youknownow?”

“Yes.”

She chewed her lip, afraid to confess. Classic Alisa resigned to hide her emotions, but just then, she was too sated to prevent it from happening. A few tears strayed, falling onto his chest where she laid, breathing with him.

He reached up and felt her cheek, felt her eyes. “Are you crying?”

She sniffled, wanting to deny it, anxiety lurching—what a way to ruin the moment.

But Warren didn’t reject her, chastise her. Not at all. In fact, he responded just by squeezing her into him tighter, holding her so close that she could hear his hammering heart. They lay like that for a little while, to the point that she felt them both drifting into a peaceful place, into the paradise she felt with him.

To Alisa, it just felt like home…being held once again against his solid chest.

Chapter Nineteen

Alisa

Alisa curled into Warren, inhaling that intoxicating scent for the last time. She didn’t know all the rules he played by, but she’d gathered he’d get in a lot of shit for fucking her in the back of the military vehicle.

“We can’t stay here,” Warren said, breaking the silence.

“I figured.” She traced down his defined ab muscles, feeling him suck in breath at her touch.

“I would drive you home, but you can’t leave your car here, either,” he said.

“I get it. I’ll be on my way.” Alisa tried to get up.

He pulled her back into him, staring her down. “Stop. I’ll follow you home, of course. Make sure you get there.”

His chivalrous offer stirred her.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said.

“Yeah, I do. I’ve seen your engine.”

A grin spread across her face at his playful comment. He knew better than anyone how questionable her car was—liable to break down at any time. In return, she enjoyed teasing him, playfully running her fingers up and down his chest.

“When are you going to cash the check?” He exhaled as his abs flexed at her barely-there touch.

She chewed on her lip, not knowing the answer. “I don’t know.”

“Do it in the morning. Seriously.”

“Maybe.”

She could tell he was going to challenge her, but the way she twirled her fingers up his masculine skin, admiring his naked chest, he seemingly couldn’t get the words out. She was turning him on all over again. His cock even started twitching again, and she was tempted to grab it for a second round.

“We really have to get out of here,” he said.

He squeezed her in harder, purposefully demobilizing her. Breathing in her hair, he kissed her forehead in a way that screamedyou mean something to me. Then, he released her, getting them both off the cot to grab discarded clothing. He sorted through fabric, pulling on only his boxers and jeans. After he tossed her pants and tank to her, she dropped to her hands and knees, searching for the broken chain.

“Looking for this?” he asked.

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