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“Not saying shit like you aren’t sorry it happened!”

I shrugged. I was starting to learn life was too short for regrets. I expected to only live another three years and in those three years I would not have one regret.

I was going to jump when told not to and I was going to listen to my heart. And my heart didn’t regret kissing him. Sure, my brain was screaming all the reasons why it shouldn’t have happened but I was listening to my heart.

“Night, Brad.”

“Stop saying goodnight to me! I’m not letting you out of my sight!”

“Why?” I looked at him, puzzled. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He was looking at me like I was his nightmare and daydream at the same time. Like I was scaring him. He looked scared.

“You look scared.” I reached out for his face, cupping his cheek. I frowned up at him. “You don’t do scared.” It was a known fact Brad was never scared. He never had anything to be scared about.

“He is going to kill me.”

My frowned deepened, not understanding. “Who is?”

“Your old man.”

“Why would Dad kill you?”

“For doing this.” He moved quickly, stealing my lips. The shock I was in earlier disappeared and all I could focus on was him. He was demanding my lips meet his. I tried my best to keep up with the kiss but as soon as I met his pace he would pick up the speed.

I moaned when his tongue entered my mouth. His hands went to my hips and he lifted me off the ground. My legs wrapped around him. All I could think about was how strong he was as my hands ran across his shoulders and locked around his neck.

His mouth moved off mine, locking on my neck and sucking. I knew he was leaving a mark. I just didn’t care.

My back hit the gate. His lips were back on mine. My neck tingling from where he had marked me. The cold metal was against my back. I was trapped between him and a gate and I really didn’t mind. I was giving him the control he wanted.

“Brad?” I managed to get out between his kiss just as he took a breath.

“Sweetheart, it better be important.” He groaned, wanting nothing more than to go back to kissing me. I smiled, knowing he was getting as much pleasure out of this as me.

“Your phone is ringing.”

“Don’t give a fuck.” He dove forward, kissing me harder. But it kept vibrating.

“Don’t you want to know who is calling you after three in the morning?” I said against his lips.

“Like I said, I don’t give a fuck.”

“Could be Dad.”

He sighed. “You really want me to answer?”

“Nope. But I don’t want you to get in trouble.” I kissed his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He could have me pinned against this gate and him all night.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and answering it.

I could hear a woman’s voice. She was basically shouting at him. I couldn’t hear what she was saying though. I frowned. A woman calling this late at night only meant one thing. She had woken up to him gone.

“Yeah, I’m coming back to bed, Andrea. Calm down,” Brad said into the phone, his eyes on me, as I quickly realized I wasn’t the first girl he had been kissing that night. “Look, I’ve got to go.” I unwrapped myself from around him and my feet hit the ground. “Andrea, I don’t give a fuck right now. I said I’ve got to go.”

His voice was going up like he was panicking. Nothing to panic over. He had Andrea, who I knew was a club girl, in his bed. She had woken up to him gone and I guess she’d thought he had just used her for the night.