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“Damn straight,” I answer with a firm nod.
His hand rests over his heart. “Ouch. You’re already breaking my heart.”
Shock storms through me when he sits behind me, spreading his legs to each side of my body, and he slowly drags me between them until my back hits his solid chest.
I peek back at him, struggling to remain confident. “Nope. I told you I wouldn’t be the heartbreaker. You made it worse with that kiss of yours.” My gaze swings back to the TV. “What was up with that?”
He pushes my hair behind my shoulder and runs his fingers through the strands. “They were fucking chanting for us to. How suspect would it look for a happy couple to be that reluctant to kiss?”
“Why do you care if it’s believable?” I question. “You refused to touch me at the hotel, but now, you’re making out with me in public?” The game beeps when I touch the start button, and I shake my head as my level begins. “Mixed signals alert.”
“Confused best-friend alert,” he grumbles.
Whoa.
“What?” My fingers freeze, causing my character to die. “What are you saying?”
“I struggle daily to protect our friendship, but why do I crave to kiss you now that I’ve had a taste? I want to touch you.” He blows out a ragged breath. “Fuck,Carolina. You have no idea how badly I want to touch you … to tell you I love us playing boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“Then do it,” I dare.
He buries his nose in my hair. “It’s not that simple, Lina.”
Rejection is the third party in this friendship of ours.
Sierra’s advice from the bar zips through my thoughts
I hold the controller in my sweaty palm and am proud of myself for staying composed. “It’s okay. You’re not my type anyway.”
His chest moves behind me as he laughs. “Oh, really? I’m not your type now, huh?”
“Nope. To be honest, you never have been.”
“You begging to share a shower and for me to touch you sure screamed I was your type.”
“Desperation. My vagina gets needy when I drink.”
“Mmhmm. Tell me then, what’s your type?”
“A guy not scared to share showers.” I pause, drawing in a gutsy breath. “A guy who isn’t afraid to touch me.”
His chest presses against my back, and his hand slips from my hair to my thigh, inching underneath the hem of my dress. He does this silently, not a word being muttered out of his mouth.
Tonight, I will be bold.
“Someone who isn’t afraid of taking chances,” I continue around a gulp.
His free hand drops to my other thigh.
“Someone who isn’t afraid to slide their hand higher.”
His voice is raspy when he speaks, “We’re playing with fire, Carolina.”
Yes—a fire that has the capacity to not only incinerate our friendship, but also our hearts.
But I’m done with not taking risks.
Done searching for a guy who’ll never compare to what I feel for Rex.
