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As I lay in bed with my arms around Summer’s soft body, I’m not thinking about what will happen in the morning when she probably freaks out, realizing she’s in my bed. I definitely don’t think about what Holden would say if he found out what we did tonight. And I don’t think about what will happen when we leave Mexico and go to different sides of the country.

That’s all too much for my post-sex high.

Instead, I drift off to sleep with the scent of coconuts surrounding me, and I couldn’t be happier.

CHAPTER 13

Summer

My body feels worn out even though I’m just waking up. I move my leg to stretch it out, but I’m met with something hard. Confused, I try again and again.

“You can stop kicking me anytime now,” a gravelly voice says in my ear.

Hawke.

My eyes fly open. I turn my head to see his whiskey eyes staring at me and that stupid smirk on his face.

“Oh my god.” I look down at my body, covered only by a white sheet, and I’m very aware that I’m naked underneath it. “Oh my god.”

“It appears you broke rule number one, Sunshine.”

I don’t think my eyes could get any wider. My cheeks are flushed, and not just because his body is so close to me. My heart is racing. What did I do?

Then everything comes back to me. Tequila shots. Hawke’s head between my thighs. His lips on mine, and him taking control of my body like no one has before.

I slept with Hawke.

Hawke, the womanizer.

Hawke, my childhood friend.

Hawke, my ex-boyfriend’s older brother.

“No. No. No. No.” I sit up and clutch the sheet to my chest, making sure he can’t sneak a peek even though I know damn well he saw every inch of my body last night.

I’m going to ruin you tonight, Sunshine. And you’re going to like it.

I did like it. I liked it so damn much I came twice. That has never happened to me during sex. Ever.

Hawke senses my panic and sits up to rub my back and calm me down, but before he can touch me, I awkwardly roll off the bed, taking the sheet with me.

“Jesus Christ, Summer. What the hell is wrong with you?” He has laughter in his eyes when I finally meet his gaze, but then my eyes wander down his naked torso, where his cock stands proudly.

“That was inside me last night?” I don’t see how it’s possible, honestly, and probably not what I should be focusing on right now.

“All the way inside,” he says with a cocky smirk, and I don’t miss the way his member moves a little when he says it, like he’s getting excited just thinking about it.

“Oh my god,” I repeat, tangling my hand in my mess of curls. “Hawke!”

“What?” How the hell is he so calm about this?

“What did we do?”

“Well, we made out, we fucked, and we both came. It was a glorious evening if you ask me.”

He would say something like that, only thinking about how he felt and not the consequences of our actions.

“Hawke. . . we slept together. We can’t take that back. We can’t erase it!” I’m screeching at this point. How is he not understanding how serious this is?