Page 110 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

I cringe instantly. “Not like this.”

“Really?”

“Not even close.”

Her brows lift in intrigue. “Did you feel better after? Or worse?”

“Worse,”I deadpan. “Much worse.”

She gasps in mock horror. “It was that bad?”

“Not bad, exactly.” I thread my fingers through her hair, relishing how natural this feels. How easy. “It felt so important. Afterward, I wondered why I’d been in such a rush to do it.”

“You didn’t care about them?”

“I did,” I say. “She didn’t care much for me, though.”

Katrina frowns. “Damn.”

I smirk. “No feeling sorry for me, kitty. Don’t forget.” I trace my thumb along her jaw, drawing her closer. “Sometimes, I enjoy being used.”

She laughs, shifting up just enough to brush her lips against mine. “I’ll have to remember that.”

“Oh, please do.”

I kiss her deeper, letting her melt into me again, letting the moment stretch, slow and wonderful, like we have forever in this dreamy place. But I’m wide awake now. The sun has crept through the blinds, painting strips of gold over us, highlighting all the parts of me I’d rather keep hidden.

“Katrina,” I say.

She hums lazily in response.

“The morning of the wedding. You woke up in my bed.”

Her body tenses slightly. “Yeah.”

“What did you think happened, exactly?”

She shifts, propping up on one elbow, brow furrowing in thought. “What do you mean?”

“You told me you didn’t remember. So… what did you think happened?”

Katrina hesitates, her breath held tight in her chest. “I thought… maybe you and I… I mean, Iwasnaked. Mostly.”

“Mostly,” I echo.

“And you were there. Alone with me. Also naked. In the shower, but still. So, I guess I thought… I thought I was so sad and drunk and stupid that I let you do whatever you wanted to me.”

Bile burns the back of my throat. “Then, you thought I was that type of guy?” I ask. “The kind who would take whatever he wanted from a girl who was blacked out in his bed?”

“No!”She bolts upright beside me. “No, I didn’t—I didn’t know what happened. I didn’t knowyou.But I do now.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.” Katrina reaches for my hand, and after a second, I let her take it. Let her fingers thread through mine, warm and grounding. “I know you’re sweet. And kind.” She smiles faintly. “A gentleman.”

“A gentleman?” I repeat, scoffing. “That’s a new one.”

Her expression doesn’t change. “I know your sharp edges are just for show. You care so much about the people close to you. You’d do anything for them.” She locks eyes with me, her gaze steady and sure. “I trust you, Logan. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me.”

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