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“I don’t want to talk about that right now.” I cross my arms, trying to keep distance between us.

He snorts. “Of course, you don’t. Always avoiding shit, Sienna.”

I glare at him. “Are you kidding me? You show up drunk at my door, and you’re gonna start this now?”

He takes another step toward me, his grin fading. “I’ve been patient, haven’t I? Six fucking months, and all I get is excuses.”

“That’s not fair,” I snap, backing up until my legs hit the bed. “We’ve talked about this, Aaron. I’m not ready.”

“Bullshit,” he says, his voice rising. “You’re just playing games.”

“Get out,” I say, pointing to the door.

But instead of leaving, he grabs my wrist. “You don’t mean that.”

“Let me go.” I yank my arm back, but his grip tightens.

“Why are you making this so hard?” he growls, pulling me closer. His other hand clamps around my waist, and panic shoots through me. “I’ll go slow, I promise.”

He kisses my neck and presses his hard dick against my belly.

“Stop!” I shout, shoving at his chest.

“Come on, Sienna,” he whispers, pushing me to the bed. I crawl away from him as he unbuttons his pants. He grabs my legs as I try to kick him off.

“Aaron, stop!” I plead, fear ripping through me. I knew I shouldn’t have let him in.

For a second, he freezes, his eyes narrowing. He buttons his pants back up. Then he lets me go, staggering back like I hit him.

“Jesus, Sienna,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just trying to—”

“Get out!” I cut him off, my voice shaking.

He stares at me, his face twisting into something ugly. “Fine.”

He turns and stumbles toward the door, slamming it behind him so hard the walls shake.

For a long moment, I just sit here, staring at the door. My hands are trembling, my heart is racing, and I can’t believe what he just did. I’m so relieved he stopped himself.

I run to the door and lock it. Then I grab my phone. My first instinct is to call my dad, but it’s late, and he’s probably asleep. Instead, I open our messages and read our last texts to each other.

Miss your baking.

That makes me smile. My dad has always had a soft spot for my cookies, even when I used to burn half of them.

I’ll make some when I’m home,I replied.

Deal.

I can imagine him sitting in his office while texting me, probably going over game plays. Hockey’s been his life as long as I can remember. It’s been the two of us against the world since Mom left.

I set my phone down, letting out a shaky breath. I just need to get through tomorrow, and then I’m out of here. Back home where I belong.

I’m halfway to the airport, staring out the window of the cab, when my phone buzzes. It’s Aaron.

I’m sorry about the other night. I think we should take a break from each other.

I snort. “You think?” I mutter, unlocking my phone.