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“What’s wrong?” She lifted her head.

“Nothing.”

“You’re grumpy. Are you mad I wanted to be in the same room?”

I thought about my answer. If Zoey was alone in a different room, possibly on a different floor, I’d be lying awake wondering if she was okay. “Nope.”

“Tell me what’s wrong,” she said, and her lips looked so pouty, I wanted to roll over, pin her down and savage that mouth. My cock twitched in anticipation.

Normally I could control my body, but tonight I was vibrating with sexual energy. I rolled over so my back was to her. “We should sleep.”

“It’s the room isn’t it? You didn’t want me in the same room.” Her voice echoed with sadness.

I rolled over so I could face her. Concern clouded her eyes. “I’m just frustrated.”

“With who?”

I didn’t answer.

“With me?” Her voice rose a notch.

She was an intoxicating mix of wily street smarts and innocent virgin. “No. I’m frustrated.”

Her mouth opened to a pretty little O. “Oh, you meanfrustrated.”

“It happens.”

She was taking this conversation seriously. “Me too.”

Do not go there, Parker. “What do you mean?”

“Sometimes when we kiss, I wish we could…you know.”

I didn’t know. But I wanted to. “Tell me.”

“I wish we could keep kissing.”

“And?”

“And stuff.”

My dick throbbed with every beat of my heart. Wild visions of showing her all the stuff we could do, passed through my brain. Foggy, torturous thoughts. Would it be so bad? If we crossed that line?

Do not break her trust.My own words came back to haunt me.

“We can’t. In fact, we shouldn’t even be kissing.”

She rolled away from me. “Okay.”

“Zoey.”

“It’s fine, Ryan. I get it.”

Like a starved man, I studied her slight shoulders, wondering if I drew my tongue down her spine, would she shiver? “What do you get?”

She rolled back towards me. “It’s because I’m a virgin.”

“That’s not the reason at all. You told me you were saving yourself for someone special.”

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