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I watch with horror as the thread falls by his bare feet. Of course while I was lusting after his touch, he was thinking about a fucking string. It’s horrifying to think I wanted him to be attracted to me.
Tonight is the final wakeup call I needed. No matter how my body might react to his touch, it’s only that. A reaction of chemicals responding to pheromones. Nothing but natural selection doing its thing, pushing me to mate with the worst partner on the planet, solely because he’s hot and available.
I refuse to let myself fall for his touch again. Because next time, there might not be a string that snaps me out of making a terrible decision.
15
DECLAN
Iacted like a dick last night for a multitude of reasons. The way I presented myself at my wedding was the first misstep in a series of regrets, all because I couldn’t get a handle on my feelings. After all these years, one would think I would have mastered the art of not giving a fuck. It’s disappointing to know all it took was Iris in a wedding dress to ruin all my hard work.
You won’t be making that mistake again.
Not if I can help it. I stayed up far too late last night going over my new approach toward our fake marriage. Whatever happened on our wedding night is in the past. From now on, we will be more careful to avoid putting ourselves in situations that could lead to disastrous consequences.
Like you opening the door in a towel, knowing she was on the other side?
Exactly. Not my smartest move, but I won’t make the same mistake twice.
I knock on her bedroom door with my free hand. She yells something indecipherable with a raspy voice, so I rap my knuckles against the wood again. A thud that sounds oddly like a pillow slamming against the door makes me smile to myself.
Iris might be many good things, but a morning person she is not.
I clear my throat. “I was out on my run and grabbed you some coffee.”
“From Joe’s?”
It is eerie how she knows that. “Yes.”
“French vanilla with whole milk?”
My teeth grind together. “Obviously.”
Her muffled moan through the door sends a current of energy down my spine. “And extra whipped cream?”
I sigh. “Open your door and find out.”
Her laugh trickles through the cracks of the door in the same way it seeps through my chest. I wait a whole two minutes while she does who knows what inside of her room. She finally opens it up, revealing red-rimmed eyes accentuated by smeared mascara. It shouldn’t stir up any kind of interest on my end, but the way my blood heats at her faded T-shirt dragging across her mid-thigh makes me question my sanity. It requires an unbearable amount of effort to turn my gaze away from her thighs. I take my time making it to her face, easily becoming distracted by the swell of her breasts pressed against the fabric of her T-shirt.
Snap out of it.
“Here.” I hold out her coffee like it carries an infectious disease. Our fingers brush, sending the faintest buzz across my skin.
Her eyes snap up to my face before she focuses on the coffee cup. “Thanks for the apology drink.”
“That isn’t what this is.”
“Okay. Sure. Whatever helps keep your fragile masculinity intact.” The sigh she makes as she takes a sip goes straight to my cock.
“I’ll be taking that back now…” I attempt to steal the cup, but she grasps it with an iron grip.
“Don’t you think about it! This has to be the best thing I’ve ever woken up to.”
“I see why your past relationships failed.” The words slip out of my mouth before I have a chance to think.
Shit, Declan. Where the hell did that come from?
I didn’t mean for it to slip out.
