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At the moment, I'm a terrible date.

But I can't muster up the enthusiasm to do better.

I finish the last drop of my whiskey.

I try to find something to latch onto.

She runs her fingers over the neckline of her tight, black dress. It hugs her tits in a way that should beg for my hands.

Only it doesn't.

I shoot her a sly smile. "You sure about that?"

Her laugh is flirty but nervous.

Her eyes spark.

She's reacting to me.

She wants me.

That used to be enough.

Pretty and willing used to be enough.

I've always been eager to get out of my head.

But now...

Her fingers wrap around my wrist. She's reaching out. Touching me. Making sure I know she wants me.

This is the part where I touch her back.

Where I smile and whisper something about what we'll do at her place.

But, fuck, her hand feels so wrong on my arm.

There's no way it will feel good around my cock.

There's no way I'm inviting myself back to her place.

Chapter Fourteen

Kaylee

Eleven.

How is it already eleven?

The numbers are there. A bold white against my cell background—the picture of the beach I took with Emma last month. The waves are crashing into the sand. The sky is bright and beautiful. And everything is simple.

Because Brendon isn't on a date.

A date that's going past eleven.

I don't know anything about her. I don't know her name or what she does or if she's pretty.

No, I'm sure she's pretty.

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