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He doesn’t reply, but I read between the lines.

“Why do you care?”

“That’s not an answer,” he growls.

Something takes over me. “What? It’s true. You shouldn’t care if he took me from behind right there in that bedroom, Haze. You can’t care. You don’t love me anymore, remember?” I’m surprised by my own guts. Who is this girl?

His features harden. He always hated even imagining someone touching me—at least, he did before. His expression keeps me gushing down a self-destructive path.

“What’s wrong, Hazie? You don’t like that? You don’t like thinking of another guy making me come? You don’t want to imagine him fucki—”

“Stop,” he snaps.

His anger catches me off guard.

“Relax. I’m just playing. Isn’t that your new thing? Playing people?” I taunt.

“So, nothing happened?” He sure is persistent.

I give a sigh. “No. Not that it should matter to you.”

His gaze remains locked on me. “It does.”

Certain I heard that wrong, I search his eyes.

“It does matter.”

Right. That’s why you wanted nothing to do with me a few hours ago.

“I don’t have time for this. Please get out of my way so I can put some clothes on.”

All my request does is earn me a full, slow body scan. Sure, Winter. Remind him that you’re naked when he’s drunk and horny as hell. Good idea.

He doesn’t acknowledge what I just said or walk out like I expect him to. Instead, he ventures farther into the room and slams the door. But that’s not the important part…

The important part is what he does next.

He locks the door.

Gulp.

“What are you doing?” Tingles hasten down my spine.

He probably thinks Kendrick will be coming home soon. He doesn’t know he’s staying at Allie’s.

“I… I can’t do this anymore.” His voice roars with defeat—like dropping to your knees and surrendering once and for all.

“D-Do what?”

He takes a step forward, and I can feel my pulse throb uncontrollably in my neck. No, he can’t be doing this. Not when he just told me to leave him alone. Not when he went as far as to pretend he cheated on me to get me off his back.

“Haze, you’re just drunk and lonely. Go home.” My voice is trembling with pain… but it’s also quaking with desire. God, I wish I didn’t want you. Fucking Haze Adams. “You need sleep.”

He continues to close in on me. “I need you.”

Holy shit, has it always been this hot in here?

He steps forward until my back merges with the freezing tiles of the bathroom wall.