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I smirked, even though every part of me wanted her back in my arms. “Bossy.”

“You like it.”

I didn’t argue.

Because she was right.

She turned to go then, this time for real. Her shoulders straight, chin high, lips still swollen from our kiss.

And I stood there like a man undone.

If I’d thought she was trouble before, I hadn’t known the half of it.

Because now I’d had a taste.

And no matter how much fire she brought with her, I was already stepping closer to the flame.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lydia

I didn’t remember walking back to my apartment.

I remembered the kiss.

Every second of it.

The heat. The way his hands found my hips like they’d always belonged there. The rough, possessive sound he made in the back of his throat when I pulled him closer. The way time seemed to short-circuit, folding in on itself until it was just us—bar, walls, gravity be damned.

But everything after?

A blur.

Now I was pacing my tiny, overheated apartment, my pulse thudding like it was trying to punch its way out of my chest. I’d barely shut the door behind me before the floodgates opened. The thoughts, the doubts, the memories of his mouth on mine, and the way he said he wasn’t sorry.

I pressed the heels of my palms to my eyes.

God.

What the hell had I done?

What hadwedone?

There’d been a moment, right before I walked out the bar door, where I could still feel his breath on my neck. My lips were swollen, my spine still tingling from the way he’d pulled me into him, and some traitorous part of me wanted to turn around and do it all over again.

But now?

Now all I could feel was everything I didn’t say.

Everythinghehadn’t said.

I sank onto the edge of the bed, trying not to notice that I could still taste him. That my heart was still rioting in my chest like it hadn’t gotten the memo that this wasn’t supposed to happen.

I had rules.

Boundaries.

Plans.

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