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“Then what did you mean?” Her green eyes narrow.

“I just...” I try and fail to give her some kind of explanation that makes even a lick of sense.

“Why are you even in here? Why not just continue ignoring me? You’ve gotten really good at it.” She tries to step past me. I cut off her path.

“I’m sorry.”

“Well, at least you’re sorry.” Disdain drips from her voice.

“What can I do?”

“Nothing. You’ve made your position on the matter very clear.”

“Lyric can’t know.”

“If I haven’t told her yet, I think it’s a pretty safe bet that I’m not going to. Don’t worry. Your image of the perfect brother will remain intact.”

“That’s not what I care about.”

“Isn’t it? Isn’t that exactly why you’re standing here?” She steps closer, getting right in my face. “I won’t do this with you. Either you’re in or you’re out. Either we’re friends or we’re not. And before you spew some bullshit about why this would never work, consider for a momentwhatI actually want from you. I don’t want to marry you. Hell, I don’t even want to date you.” She shakes her head softly. “All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, is to fuck you.”

I don’t know what happens. One second, we’re standing toe-to-toe, the next, I have her completely spun around and pinned to the bathroom door, my mouth closing down on hers.

She opens for me instantly and I groan into the kiss, sliding my tongue across hers. I’m rock-hard in an instant, every pore in my body begging me to strip her bare and fuck her right here and now, the way I’ve thought about doing more times than would ever be considered healthy.

I’m a man obsessed.

I’ve been obsessed since the first moment I saw her.

Every minute since then has been a struggle.

Every second, a battle.

My head and my body at war with one another.

I should stop kissing her, but I can’t. She tastes too good. Feels too perfect against me. And when she lets out a little whimper into my mouth, I unravel.

Grabbing her leg, I hitch it up over my hip, pressing my arousal against her.

Her hands find the back of my hair and she pulls hard, riding my swollen cock through my jeans in a way that has me damn near emptying my load into my boxers.

I reach between us, stroking her center through the thin material of her panties. She groans again, this time the sound vibrating through her into me.

Sliding the material to the side, I trace my finger down her seam, salivating over how soft and bare she is. Greedily, I slip a finger inside, swallowing the gurgle of pleasure that spills past her lips.

I’m ready to fuck her right now, to give her exactly what she wants, the feel of her warm and wet around my finger my breaking point.

“Wait. Wait.” Charlotte breaks the kiss, grabbing my wrist to still my hand. “Not here.” She lowers her leg, forcing my fingers to retreat.

I drop my forehead against hers. My breath comes in short spurts like I’ve just finished an intense run.

“I’m sorry.” I start to pull away, but she’s quick to stop me, tangling her arms around my neck.

“I’m not. I want this. Just not here, in your parents’ bathroom, with your whole family just down the hall.”

“You’re right. Fuck.” I manage to break free from her grip, needing to put as much space between us as possible so that I can form a coherent thought. “You go out first. Make it look like I was just waiting for you to finish.”

“Okay.” She nods. Without another word, she turns and quickly slips into the hallway. I wait until the door closes behind her before locking myself inside.