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God, I really liked kissing him too. It’d been hard to stop.

“We can’t,” I told him again. Maybe if I said it enough I’d believe it.

Cason pressed his head to mine and stayed that way a moment. Then, he took a step back, then another, his eyes not leaving my face. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Look, I’m not gonna chase you like some pitiful puppy. I want you. But you don’t want me. I get it. Besides, arguing with a lawyer is pretty dumb.”

I grinned despite the heaviness in my chest. “Believe me,wanthas nothing to do with it. I was more than ready to fuck you into that mattress a few minutes ago. But I—”

“Can’t,” he said. “I know.”

“The room is paid for tonight.” I grabbed the handle again but didn’t take my gaze off him just yet. “Stay the night. Someone should get some use out of that bed.”

“I know a good way to make good use of it.”

His words created images of us naked and wrapped in the sheets, our chests sliding together as our lips met. He would sigh as I nibbled his neck, and he’d fist the sheet when I kissed down his body and took him into my mouth.

It was only a fantasy. As much as I wanted Cason, it wasn’t right for me to have him.

“Good night, Cason.” I opened the door and walked into the hall.

My cock ached and my breathing still hadn’t slowed by much, neither helped by the visual of us naked in bed before I’d left. I forced my feet to move as the door shut behind me, heavy and echoing in the quiet hallway.

Every step away from Cason was one in the right direction.

So why was it so damn difficult?

I drove home and stripped out of my clothes on the way to my room. I tossed them in the hamper and collapsed in bed, pressing my face into my pillow. My heart was still racing.

“I’ve wanted your hands on me for so long.”

I turned my head on the pillow and stared at my hand, remembering the warmth of Cason’s skin beneath my fingertips. Remembering the softness of his hair as my fingers slid through the strands. More than anything, I remembered the slight huskiness of his voice as he’d moaned against my mouth.

My attraction for him would fade.

It had to.

Chapter 7

Cason

Sitting in the hotel room, on the bed Emery had just been making out with me on, I tried to make sense of what just happened. My brain rattled, like an old engine about to explode.

Any doubt about being gay was gone.

Over the years, I had kissed a few random girls at Trev’s parties, Lindsey, and basically every cheerleader that had cheered me on in football. I had felt nothing with any of them. Well, other than the urge to get as far away as possible. I’d kissed them because that’s what had been expected of me. But it wasn’t normal to be bored while kissing someone, right?

I definitely hadn’t been bored tonight.

Kissing Emery had been like a lit match dropped on a line of oil. The flame hit and set the whole fucking thing ablaze. I’d never felt anything like it. I wanted more. As much as he’d give me.

I touched my lips at the memory of his and smiled. His kisses had been hard, dominating. When he’d pushed me on the bed and got on top of me, I was at his mercy and fucking loved it. I might not have been experienced with sex, but I knew what I liked—and having Emery fuck me into next week wasexactlywhat I’d like.

Emery wanted me too. But it was complicated.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket. After fishing it out, I clicked the notification. A text from the complication.