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A jolt of pleasure rockets through me, so strong I jerk back, unprepared for the effect she has on me.
Her hands fall away, giving me a perfect view of her lust-filled gaze and hooded eyes.
The rapid rise and fall of her chest matches my own as her eyes shift to my mouth once more.
She’s so fucking sexy right now, it physically pains me.
I grimace and take a step back, hating myself for the flicker of vulnerability I see in her eyes as I do. It’s a much-needed reminder of who she is, and who I’m not.
And I’m not the guy for her.
I can’t be.
What the hell did I just do?
“Fuck,” I hiss as I spear a hand through my hair.
And then I do the worst possible thing I can do.
I turn around and leave.
Chapter fifteen
RYLEIGH
My head spins asI stand on the pool deck in the middle of the dance floor, staring at Grayson’s back and trying to wrap my head around what the hell just happened.
My heart squeezes, the hot prickle of tears stinging the back of my eyes.
But I refuse to cry. Not once have I cried over cancer. Not when I got my diagnosis, or when they removed half of my lung, or even when I had to quit playing soccer. So I’m sure as hell not going to cry now.
I make a beeline for the keg, stopping just shy of the queue for a beer, before common sense kicks in and I decide another drink is not what I need.
Grayson was right.
I’m already more than buzzed, though the dancing seemed to help sweat out some of the alcohol, if that’s even a thing. I have no idea how long we were on the dance floor, but I’m guessing quite a while, considering the sky is now pitch black and the backyard is even more crowded than before.
Too crowded.
Suddenly, the massive backyard feels too cramped. Too hot. Too everything.
I need some space—some room to breathe.
Turning, I see a couple girls head in the French doors that lead inside the house, so I follow.
It’s mostly empty inside, and I shiver as the arctic air greets me, chilling my sweat-damp skin.
I try not to gawk as I move through what I assume is some kind of sunroom, filled with lush plants and furniture, before stepping inside a kitchen that looks like it’s straight off a movie set.
A massive chandelier hangs above the island, casting an ethereal glow around the room and illuminating the expanse of black cupboards. Brass knobs and sleek stone countertops finish out the space.
Amid my gawking, two girls appear from what I assume is a hallway off the kitchen. They glance my way, see me staring, and the brunette points in the direction they just came. “The bathroom is right around the corner. First door on the left.”
I nod, offering them a small smile of thanks and hurry in that direction, finding it easily.
Like the rest of the house, the bathroom is impressive. A massive two-person sink sits front and center. To my right, there’s a partition, and upon further inspection, I find a walk-in shower and toilet behind it.
A laugh tumbles out of me. This bathroom is easily the size of my bedroom.
