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Clutching my shirt, she kissed me deeply, passionately, until we had our hands on each other again, hungry caresses full of heat and need.

“Can’t let you go,” I breathed, turning to kiss her jaw, under her ear, down her neck.

“I don’t want to go,” she whispered, “but I have to.”

It was Amelia who pulled away finally, her breath shallow and her lips pink and wet, reluctant to leave but ever the responsible, practical woman I knew her to be.

I reached for my door handle again, but she placed a hand on my forearm.

“Let me walk up on my own. Please. I can’t have Larissa and Trudy see us together.”

“It’s late at night, I–”

“It will be fine, I promise,” she said. “Look, my door is just right there.” She pointed to her apartment up the staircase, nodding her reassurance.

“Fine. But I’m not leaving until I see you shut the door behind you.”

“Okay,” she said, nodding.

“Okay.”

I had to restrain myself from kissing her one last time, which would inevitably lead to things heating up again. She pulled the latch on the passenger’s side door and pushed it ajar, then turned back quickly to give me a small kiss on the cheek.

A soft giggle escaped her lips. “Goodnight, Nathaniel.”

“Goodnight, Amelia.”

She pushed the door open the rest of the way and got out of the car, wisecracking about her knees being too wobbly to get up the stairs.

I immediately protested. “I’ll walk you up–”

“Kidding,” she smiled.

I watched her climb all the way up the stairs, and before she shut the door behind her, she blew me a little kiss.

God, what a woman.

– – –

I drove home in a daze.

I had wanted so badly for her to stay with me, to spend the night and be able to wake up next to her. It killed me to watch her walk up the stairs when instead she should be lying peacefully in my arms, drifting off to sleep above the calming rumble of the surf.

She should have been there when I woke up the next day, bleary-eyed and tired and beautiful, so I could kiss her first thing in the morning. I could have cooked her breakfast, taken her for a walk on the shore, shown her more of the house while it was daylight outside.

I wanted all those things, and more.

Above all else, I knew I was in trouble now.

This was more than just wild sex. More than just animal instinct. We weren’t simply hooking up or playing around.

I had feelings for Amelia.

For my best friend’s daughter.

It was the last thing I had expected, but I couldn’t help myself.

Maybe she and I should consider telling David the truth. He may be her father, but he was also my friend, and a good, honest, decent man. Maybe he would try to see things from our side, empathize with the story of two people falling for each other, even if it came as a shock at first…

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