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I tightened my arms around her.

Fuck me, but how did she expect me to let her go now?

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GEMMA

I lookedaround the empty apartment, feeling so out of place, I didn’t know what to do.

After our talk this morning, Kai brought me back to the bathroom, and we got ready for our day together.

I blushed a little, thinking about our shower together in his spacious shower stall. I had never showered with anyone before, but with Kai, I was also experiencing a whole slew of things I had never experienced before.

I kept waiting all morning for him to kick me out.

To tell me it was fun last night, but that was all he could offer. I was ready for it.

Admittedly, it would hurt to hear him say it, especially after the way he held me all morning, as if I was something precious. And he looked…angrywhen I told him briefly about my family.

As if he was angry on my behalf.

I shook my head.

But I knew Kai.

He wouldn’t want to be in a long-term relationship with someone like me. I was a lot of work. But he hadn’t kicked me out or given me the brush-off.

In fact, I didn’t think he would have left the apartment had his dad not called him in for… church.

Kai explained “church” was what they called meetings at the club. Because the meetings were mandatory. The only way to get out of going was if you were on yourfuckingdeathbed—his words.

I had thought that meant he wanted me to go back to Blue’s. I was about to call for a ride when he told me to stay in his apartment. He said he would be home soon.

My heart had reacted when he said “home,” as if we were living together in a relationship where he could love me and come back home to me.

I shook my head now.

This was just my overactive imagination playing with my obsession. I had to work to keep myself firmly in reality. It would be so easy to get caught up in the fantasy Kai Madden presented, and that was probably the fastest way to find myself with a broken heart.

But I stayed in his apartment like he asked, and I didn’t know why.

I looked down at the clothes I had borrowed from him, black basketball shorts with strings I had to pull tightly to keep them up, and a large black T-shirt that smelled like him.

Delicious.

Everything of his was big on me. It made me feel soft and feminine… something I didn’t get to feel very often.

He took up all the energy in the room, and now that he wasn’t here, the apartment felt so empty.

I was afraid to touch anything in it.

Everything was… neat and organized.

It was like a museum. And I was pretty clumsy. I would no doubt break something.

But I was soooo bored.

I sat back on the couch.

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