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I should have been expecting an answer like that, but I wasn't. I'd never heard Hazel talk about sex or fooling around before. It was a line we never crossed. I tightened my fingers around the steering wheel. "Is that what you want?"

She rested her head back. "I haven't had an orgasm that I didn't orchestrate in like forever."

"You use that vibrator I saw in your nightstand." Did she bring it to my house?

Her head lifted as she looked at me. "You know about that?"

"I saw it in your drawer at the apartment. Did you bring it with you?"Do you want help using them on your clit?I was going to hell for having these thoughts, for wanting to take advantage of her when she was drunk.

"I thought we'd be in separate bedrooms."

That was a yes. I shifted on the seat, my jeans suddenly tight.

"I don't normally drink so much. I think it was the act we're putting on. It's getting to me."

I frowned. "How so?"

She waved a hand in my direction. "It's a mind fuck like you said."

Hazel almost never swore.

"I'm supposed to be your fiancée, right? But there're all these feelings all mixed up inside." She rubbed her tummy as if she were hungry.

She was drunk. I wanted to ask what feelings, but at the same time, I didn't want to take advantage of her inebriated state.

"But I want to ease the ache inside. Do you know what I mean?"

I nodded because I sure as hell did. I had to take care of it every night in the shower in order to spend time with her. To keep my hands to myself while we slept together. Each night, she cuddled with me before falling asleep, and it didn't feel friendly.

Chapter Eleven

HAZEL

Ifelt so good. I was warm and happy. I must have fallen asleep because Brady startled me when he lifted me into his arms.

I touched his hard chest, wishing I was more aware so I could enjoy this moment. "You don't have to carry me."

"I think I do."

"I can walk," I said weakly.

"Sure, you can."

I rested my cheek against his chest, breathing him in.

"Are you sniffing me?" Brady asked as he opened the door and kicked it closed behind us.

I heard Max's nails scratch on the wood floor.

"Hey, boy. Wait just a minute."

I lifted my head, trying to find Max's sweet face, but the room spun.

Brady touched the side of my head, gently pressing it against his chest. "Let me get you into bed. Then I'll take care of Max."

Were we talking about my vibrator at some point? I had a feeling I said something embarrassing or asked him to give me an orgasm. But I might have been dreaming that. And I wasn't going to ask him about it.

He carried me up the stairs and gently laid me on the covers. He slipped off my shoes.

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