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"No. It would. I... I couldn't take losing this, Brendon. You're the only person besides Em I trust. And you're more... well, you're easier to talk to. You're just..." She looks up at me. Her eyes fill with affection. Her fingers skim my stomach. The edge of my jeans.
Fuck, I want that hand around me.
I want those lips on mine.
I want to bury myself in her.
To fuck her like I've never fucked before.
I takes everything I have to pull back.
Desire is coursing through my veins. My heart is pounding. My cock is screaming for attention.
I slide off the bed. "You trust me?"
"Why?"
"You want to feel better about school?"
She nods.
"You trust me, yes or no?"
She stares back into my eyes. "Yes."
"Then get dressed."
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brendon
Twenty minutes later, I'm parking my sedan on a Brentwood street and Kaylee is clutching at my forearm.
She forces her words out. "Are we really doing this?"
I nod as I pull the door open. "Call it a trial run."
She steps onto the street. Nods to the No Parking 10 PM to 6 AM sign posted in front of my car. "You're going to get a ticket."
"At three a.m.?"
"Yeah." She digs her cell—the one with the Hunger Games phone case—from her purse and stares at the screen. "It's really three a.m."
I nod.
"Why did you get home so late?"
"Walker and Dean."
"They take that long to find women to bring home?"
"Yeah." Or they were dragging it out for my benefit. Their benefit really. They both enjoy mocking my pining over the one woman I can't have state.
"Hmmm." She hugs her purse to her shoulder as she steps forward. "You sure about the car?"
"My car."
"Damn. Such an outlaw. What will you risk next?"
