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Her eyebrows lifted in reply.

She moved from my side to stand in front of me, her head tilted and her lips sought mine. The soft curves of her back were pressed close to every hard part of me when I brushed my mouth across hers, eliciting a contented sigh from her.

I teased her tongue with mine, the movement slowing when I realized something.

“You came into the room with me and grabbed one of my shirts when I was like that?”

Her brow furrowed. “Don’t say that like I don’t know how to sneak past you.”

I dropped my head, a frustrated laugh climbing up my throat.

This girl.

“Fucking chaos.”

I grasped her chin to tilt her head back farther, the blade resting evenly along her jaw as I devoured the girl who was trying to drive me insane.

I trailed my other hand over her waist and down her stomach, swallowing her needy moan when I stopped just before the juncture of her thighs.

My heart slowed.

My eyes opened and focused on the wall in front of me.

The kiss slowed until my lips were hovering over hers.

I dropped the knife slowly until it was resting under her heavy breasts.

And I waited.

“Kier—”

“Don’t.”

Her chest hitched a second before I flung the knife to the side.

The door to my bedroom opened half a second before the knife hit the doorframe.

“Jesus fuck, you fuck. Why do you always . . .?” Beck’s already wide eyes grew as he looked from me to the girl in my arms. “Jess?”

Shit.

“Jess?”

Beck didn’t seem to care about the knife sticking out from the doorframe at eye level, less than an inch from where he stood. All he could do was stare at me

with a look like I’d hurt him . . . worse than ever before.

A part of me ached, knowing I’d hurt him. He’d been the only constant person in my life besides Momma.

The only person who had cared. Even if for a little while.

But at the same time, he’d wrecked everything by not seeing anything.

The line between wanting to apologize for his hurt and not caring at all drifted back and forth until I wasn’t sure which was greater.

At least Kieran had enough sense to move his hand higher on my stomach before Beck had opened the door.

Beck finally blinked to look away from me, but his wounded expression turned to anger as he set his glare on Kieran. “Need to talk to you.”

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