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“I don’t know.”

“Tyler?”

The soft light from the pool casts a blue haze over her, and goddamn she looks like a goddess. My eyes drift over her body—over every fucking curve of that woman—until they reach her legs. All I can think about is tearing that dress off of her and fucking her senseless. I’m fucking tense. My pulse is thrumming in my neck. My skin heating. My dick is so damn hard it’s throbbing.

“This is stupid, you know it?” I say, laughing. “It’s fucking dumb.”

She takes her heels off, crosses the patio, and falls back onto a lounge chair. “What are you talking about? God, I’m too drunk for a conversation.”

“You’re not that drunk.”

“No, but I am too drunk to be talking to you about…anything.”

I walk to the lounge and sit on the edge. “We can’t be friends.”

She stares at me without a word.

“You know we can’t be friends,” I say. I wet my lips with the edge of my tongue. “Because all I can think about when I’m around you is fucking you.”

Her eyes widen as she drags in an uneven breath.

“Tell me you don’t do the same thing,” I say.

“Tyler, I—”

“Look, stop. Fucking admit it.”

“There’s nothing to admit.”

My eyes lock on her red lips. “Bullshit. The way your breathing tells me you’re fucking turned on, and I bet if I were to run my finger over your pussy, it’d be soaking fucking wet.”

She glares at me, her nostrils flaring.

“Damn, you’re so hot when you’re pissy,” I whisper.

Groaning, she hops up from the chair and crosses the patio. “Have you always been so arrogant?”

“No. Only with you.”

“It’s a turn off.”

“The thing you forget, titch, I know you. I spent thirteen fucking years learning what you liked, what got to you. You say you don’t like it, but you fucking do. You like me, you just don’t like that I hurt you. You don’t like what I do for a living, but the thing is…logic rarely wins.” She keeps walking toward the door. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I don’t know what she likes any more.

“Jemma,” I say, “wait.” She stops but doesn’t turn around. And at this moment, I realize how fucked I am. I’m still in love with her.

I’m still in fucking love with her.

Stopping in front of the door, I turn around. Tyler’s staring at me with a look I can’t quite place, and I don’t know that I want to because I don’t need to get any more involved with him. Spinning around, I reach for the door but hesitate.

“You and I both know you aren’t going inside,” he says, and I swear I can hear the smile on his lips.

“I don’t know what the fuck you want from me, Tyler!” My voice echoes across the empty pool deck, and I cringe. That statement came out much louder than I meant for it to.

He walks toward me much like a predator stalking its prey. My heart slams against my ribs. My breath falls ragged.

“Simple.” He grabs me by the waist, his fingers digging into my side. “Stop lying to yourself.”

“I’m not.” My pulse is thrumming. He’s right in my face, and all I can smell is his Dolce and Gabbana.