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“No.”

“Tate, seriously, let go. I need to get up.”

“No,” he growled, and I nearly squealed when his hot breath hit my neck.

“What is with you?” I whispered.

“You always smell so fucking incredible. Do you know that?”

My dick certainly understood. I began to squirm in Tate’s grasp.

“What are you talking about?”

“You. Smell. Amazing,” he sighed and kissed my neck.

Just like that, my semi turned to a raging hard on.

“Sorry I fell asleep on you. How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” I squeaked, then cleared my throat. “I’m good. I was too tired to talk last night anyway. But I appreciated the company, even in silence.”

“We could’ve just shared a room, you know. Better for the film budget and the environment.”

I turned my head to stare at Tate. He chuckled, his eyes watching me with amusement.

“What is with you on this trip, Tay? Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fucking fantastic. Best I’ve ever been.”

He pulled me in even tighter and his hard cock sat snug against my ass cheeks.

Oh fuck. Oh no.

This was not happening. Not now. We had to report to work shortly, and if he so much as tried to kiss me right now… just, no.

When, if, I ended up kissing my best friend (and not on set) I’d need time afterwards for the nervous breakdown that would inevitably follow.

And I sure as fuck didn’t have that luxury this morning.

He gave me a wicked grin. “Sooner or later, Ree, it’s going to happen, so be prepared. I’m giving you fair warning.”

How did he always read my mind?

“All’s fair?” I asked.

In love and war. That was always us.

“You better fucking believe it.”

CHAPTER 20

TATE

A WEEK LATER, OXFORD

Reed had all but avoided me this week. When we weren’t on set.

But no more.

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