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“You left me hanging last night,” I murmur, leaning closer so only she can hear, “just when I was getting started.”

She sucks in a sharp breath and looks up at me, a blush coloring her cheeks. “Oh, I remember,” she whispers, a slight tremor in her voice.

I trail my hand over her waist, loving the way she leans into me, and add in a low voice, “But I don’t plan on leaving it unfinished. I intend to take my time with you, Wren.”

Her pulse beats visibly at her throat, and every inch of me aches to pull her closer, to show her just how badly I want her.

“Are you scared?” I kiss her cheek and inch toward the shell of her ear.

“No.” Her tone falters as her body starts to tremble.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I do this?” Sucking on her earlobe, I move down to her neck and place numerous kisses along her pale skin, desperate to leave my mark. “Speak to me,” I murmur.

“I don’t mind,” she moans. “I don’t mind at all.”

“If we go upstairs right now, I’m going to take my time with every inch of you. Show you exactly what I’ve been craving since last night.” I slide my hand up her back, and she arches into me.

Her eyes meet mine, wide and filled with anticipation, just as Mom’s voice echoes through the room, breaking the moment like a snapped rubber band.

Wren jumps back, and we both reel from the loss of that perfect, stolen moment. But she looks at me, and that same spark lingers, unspoken but unmistakable, promising that we’re far from done.

“Let me help you out of this dress?—”

“Theo!” Mom hollers.

The biggest cock block in the city. With a groan, I peel myself away from the woman of my dreams to face one of my nightmares.

“Time’s up. There are people I want you two to meet.”

“We’ll be there in five?—”

“Now!” she shouts.

With a chuckle from Wren, my irritation melts away.

“We’re coming,” she calls back.

She pops a berry into her mouth, catching my gaze as she licks her lips slowly. She winks, knowing damn well what she’s doing to me.

My mouth goes dry, and I clench my fists in my pockets, trying to keep it together. She has me utterly unhinged. I wonder if she can tell how close I am to dragging her upstairs, consequences be damned.

“Coming, Theo?” Wren spins around with a troublesome gleam in her eyes.

I’m about to.

“Right behind you.” I try my best to hide my erection while following Wren outside.

Today is going to blue ball the fuck out of me.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Wren

I should be terrifiedhow easily he melts my heart, but I’m not. What’s scaring me is how natural this all feels. I was expecting some level of awkwardness, but it never came. Last night was beyond magical, minus the part where I ran off again.

I won’t be running anymore.

Mia and Brandy were quick to drill that into my head. Throw in some words to boost my confidence and a flattering dress I’m only slightly uncomfortable in, and I’m a new woman. Although, my boobs are really boobing today, and by that, I mean they’re full and showing themselves off. If they could talk, they might say, “We’re free and ready to party!” I almost turned around for a sweater, but Theo’s reaction bolstered my confidence back where it needed to be.

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