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She wants me to touch her again. She’s craving it.

She’s just not sure she’s ready for the impact it’ll have if we give in.

“I-I…I don’t know,” she whispers.

“Yes, you do. You’re just afraid to say it. But youneedto say it.”

She gulps, and I lean closer, our lips almost touching now.

“Do you want me, Drew? Or do you wantthis?”

She closes her eyes. “Y-You.”

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

Her brown gaze collides with my blues.

“Say it again.”

“You.” She sighs in relief, and her body sags against mine. “I wantyou.”

Slice Thirteen

Drew

“Iwantyou.”

The second the words leave my lips, his mouth is on mine.

The kiss is hard and soft and slow and fast all at once.

I could kiss him forever.

If he weren’t so stupid.

Of courseI care about him. How could I not? He’s wormed his way into my head, and somehow my heart too. It scares me how much I think about him now.

How much I think I could want him.Needhim.

I pull away.

“I’m not done being mad at you,” I warn. “This doesn’t change that fact.”

“When are you not mad at me?”

He tries to pull me back to him, but I don’t let him.

“I still hate you.”

Meaning this isjust sex. No strings.

“I still hate you too,” he says in understanding, and then he’s taking my mouth once more.

His tongue traces along my lips and I open for him, our mouths dancing together like they’re old friends.

I trace my hands up his chest, loving the way he feels under my palms. His chest is so defined, muscles taut as he holds me tightly against his body. His cock rubs against my belly, and it feels so hard. So heavy.

I need to know how he tastes.

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