Page 67 of Silver Fox Puck

“I don’t do bad decisions, Flight.”

My pulse slams into my ribs.

"Enjoy brunch."

His smirk is there, but something else is in his eyes. Something unreadable.

And then? He grabs his things and slips a shirt on… then walks toward the door. Lets himself out.

I exhale slowly, releasing the tension in my shoulders.

Good.

I turn, stepping into the bathroom, cranking the shower to near-scalding. Even as I stand under the spray, I keep my eyes fixed straight ahead.

I won. I took control. I got what I wanted So why do I feel like I lost?

I squeeze my eyes shut, pressing my palms against the cool tile as steam swirls against my skin.

It was just sex. It was just a night. I step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around me as I glance at my reflection.

And hate what I see.

Because my lips? Still swollen.

My skin? Still marked from his mouth.

I look like I just spent the night getting absolutely ravished by a man I wasn’t supposed to want.

And the worst part?

I want to do it all over again.

I curse under my breath, shoving the thought down.

No. No way.

That was one night. It’s done.

I pull on leggings and a tank top, tie my hair up, and grab my bag. I grab my phone, scrolling through my messages.

Nothing from him.

Even better.

I’m fine.

I’m—

My phone buzzes.

A new text.

From Grant.

My breath catches as I stare at the screen.

Oh, fuck.

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