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“I guess,” I said with a shrug. “You keep practicing at it. You’d be a complete failure if you kept practicing and we didn’t see a result.”

I didn’t know why that comment came out. I didn’twantthat comment to come out, but I saw how it affected her.

Her shoulders sagged. Her thick lower lip pulled down into a frown. But then, she shuffled up straight. “I don’t need to stand here and listen to you.”

“Oh, so you’re just gonna smoke all my weed and then run? You’re selfish. You’ve alwaysbeenselfish.”

I didn’t know where the words were coming from, but I couldn’t stop. All I felt was that I needed to make her feel a certain way. Maybe then, I could stop feeling this particular way about her. Maybe if I made her feel shitty, she’d hit me or something. She’d say something back that might make me stay away. I might be able to finally get her out of my mind.

Anything to sever this connection between us.

“You offered it to me,” she pointed out. “Was I supposed to refuse?”

“You were. But then again, nonverbal cues have never been your thing. Remember that discussion we had about the incident—”

Her eyes flashed. “You promised never to bring that up!”

“Well, la-tee-fucking-dah, look at that, guess I just did,” I said, flicking the finished joint into the dumpster nearby. “You can’t run from your past, Grace. It’ll keep coming back—” I turned toward her, “—to remind you—” I closed the distance between us, “—ofeverythingyou did.”

She was sandwiched between me and the wall. I wasn’t touching her; our bodies were only a few centimeters apart. She could duck out from under my arm and still get away if she wanted to.

But we both knew she didn’t want to.

She was looking up at me with desire in her eyes. I knew that look. I’d known Grace foryears.And that look meant she wanted me to fuck her. And she wanted itbad.

An evil smile curled on my face as I watched her internal struggle.

“Fight it, Gracie,” I taunted softly, brushing my lips against her temple. “Tell me you don’t want this…”

She whimpered a little, and fuck, that turned me on…

Grace still didn’t make a move to get away, so I rested a hand on her breast.

Fuck! I could feel her hard little nipple through this dress…

“I could fuck you against the wall here. Is that what you want, you little slut?”

“Anyone could walk out—”

“That only adds to the fun,” I said softly, kissing her neck.

She let out a whimpering mewling sound, submitting under the weight of our entwined pasts. There was too much history between usnotto revisit this. I’d always felt close with her in this way—maybe if we could just hold onto this—

“Grace!” Someone shouted, followed by a swift punch to the face.

I was a big dude, so it was hard to knock me down, but fuck, I stumbled.

When I regained my footing, I looked over and saw Grace’s shiny new boyfriend—Samor whatever— in a fighting stance.

His eyes blazed with fury.

Something hot trickled down my face.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and the dark, fresh blood shimmered in the moonlight.

“Rude.”I straightened my jacket, getting ready for a fight.

But then my eyes landed on another dude behind Sam—some blonde guy, looking at me with the fury of battle in his eyes. It was clear that he was there as Sam’s reinforcement.

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