Page 56 of Torrid Little Passion

BRADY: You have no idea.

BRADY: Want to grab coffee?

Yes, I do. I want to see him and snuggle in the corner of the coffee shop and disappear into our own little world. I want that more than anything.

ME: Can't. Now that the party is at our house, I have a bunch of stuff to do.

BRADY: Are you sure?

ME: Sure that I'm busy? Yep.

BRADY: That's not what I was asking.

ME: We can't, Brady. One of us will get hurt.

BRADY: It doesn't have to be like that. It won't be like that.

ME: I wish that were true.

I want to say more. To take back what I wrote. To give in to meeting him. I crave his touch. His warmth. The way I feel with his arms wrapped around me. But I don't do any of that, my fear overwhelming me as I wait for his reply. I can see he's typing. And when his message finally appears, it's not what I expect at all.

BRADY: If you need any muscle, call me.

ME: I think we'll be okay but thank you for the offer.

Cleo is making the Kappas help us set up. Anything heavy that needs to be moved will be taken care of. Not that I don't want to drool over Brady's amazing body. I just won't allow myself to because I know I'll cave if I do. All it would take is one look from him, the nudge of his head, and I'd follow him down any dark path as long as he was by my side.

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