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"I doubt that."

"Your friend and mine. He needs to get laid and he's looking at her the way a dog looks at a bone."

"They're just friends."

Miles shrugs. "Doubt it."

"Why?"

"You didn't notice them eye-fucking?"

"No, I did. Just… she says they're just friends. I don't have any reason to doubt her." I turn at the next intersection. My apartment is about four blocks away. Not a ton of time to figure this out.

"I like your skirt," he says.

"Thanks."

"You wear it for me?"

"In your dreams."

A laugh escapes his lips. "Oh, no, I had a dream about you already, and it was a lot more fun."

My heart pounds against my chest, but I'm not about to show it. "You did not."

"I did. In fact—" he leans even closer "—you were wearing something a lot like that skirt."

I press my knees together.

"Only without any panties."

Deep breath. He's only fucking with me. It's a story. "I don't believe you."

"I didn't save my sticky sheets."

My lungs fail me. They're supposed to be breathing in and out, but they're still. "You didn't…You're just flirting."

"No. We're past that point." He brushes my hair off my shoulders. His voice drops. It's low and sincere. "You want me, and I want you. There's no reason to hide that."

He drags his fingertips over my shoulders. My hips shift. I squeeze my thighs together as he tugs at the straps of my tank top.

The expression in his eyes in earnest.

He's still calm, but he's not entirely casual.

"Okay." I nod. I do want him and I can tell he wants me. "What does that mean?"

Miles stares into my eyes. "It's up to you. I'm not going to push you to do anything you don't want to do."

"Oh."

"If you're not ready, I'll walk you home. That's it."

I follow him to the next corner. Only two blocks now. "And if I am ready?"

"Then I'll make sure you come so hard you forget your name."

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