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When Spencer finally sets me down and pulls back, his lips are puffy, and his eyes hazy. He draws his thumb over my bottom lip.
“This was … enlightening,” he says in a breathless rumble.
“Enlightening?” I repeat back. The water cascades over my shoulders and he reaches behind me to shut it off.
“Yes,” he replies, looking me over like he’s seeing me in a whole new light. A smile teases his lips. “Very.”
He turns and just walks away back into his house, leaving me standing there wondering what the hell he means by that.
CHAPTER 34
HARLOW
My knuckles are stark white where I grip the steering wheel on my drive home.
What have I done?
What the fuck have I done?
Have I lost my damn mind?
The questions spin rapid fire around my brain like a washing machine on the spin cycle. They just won’t stop. My stomach roils and I fear I’ll be sick.
I rub a hand over my face and pull off the highway, finding a McDonald’s right off the exit and ordering a Coke. I park and take several careful sips of the soda and try to steady my rapidly beating heart. Tears burn my eyes. That was a mistake. A colossal one.
“What were you thinking?” I ask myself aloud. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
It’s the only plausible explanation? Right?
Panic crawls up my throat, raking its nails along my windpipe. I take another slow sip of soda.
It was a mistake. Accidents happen.
Was rubbing all over his hard-on an accident?
I cover my face with my hands and let out a frustrated scream.
Get yourself together!
I take a few more careful sips of the Coke before I pull back out and onto the highway. My apartment isn’t much farther, and by the time I park and gather up my stuff to head inside, I’ve calmed down somewhat.
Opening the door, I find the lights in the apartment on and Jameson on the couch. There’s a fresh bouquet of flowers on the kitchen counter near the sink.
Jameson hops up from the couch with an easy, happy smile. “Did you have fun with Monroe?” he asks, taking everything from my hands and setting them down.
“Yeah, it was great.”
Does my voice sound too bright? Too forced?
I take a deep breath and shove my fingers through my ratty hair. “I’m going to hop in the shower. I need to deep condition my hair from the salt water.” My hair has never been a fan of the ocean water.
“I bought stuff to make homemade pizzas for dinner. I hope that’s okay.”
“Pizza sounds great.” I shove onto my tiptoes and kiss him. I wonder if he can taste the guilt on my lips, because I sure can.
I grab a change of clothes from my room and lock myself in the bathroom. As the water flows over my body, I can’t help but be reminded of the kiss.
Stop thinking about it!I scold myself.
