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Again when I was nineteen.

When I was twenty-two.

I want her to feel pain like I have.

I want her to nurse the rejection like I’ve had to do.

I want to love her.

I want her to hate me.

I want her to love me.

Unable to look into her eyes any longer, I bury my face into her neck, sinking my teeth into her skin to stop myself from begging her to do just that.

Love me.I want to scream at her.

Love me.I’d give up my dreams for you.

Love me.Do it for me.

Love mehard enough to fucking fight.

I don’t do that.

I’m a coward.

I’m afraid.

Petrified she’d tell me no.

That she’d tell me she wasn’t ready.

Thatnowwasn’t the time she could love me.

I fuck her instead.

I love her body the way I’m not allowed to do with her heart.

Bold.

Wild.

Free.

“Brooks. Baby.”

“Do it,” I grunt against the pulse in her neck. “Come for me, Squirrel.”

She shatters at the endearment. Her scream of pleasure echoing through the elevator like a prayer even she’s not ready to have answered.

24

HENLEY

I stretch awake,the soft touch of the hotel sheets caressing my naked skin. There’s an ache between my thighs that brings a smile to my face before my eyes even open. Every muscle in my body protests as my hands reach over my head and my toes point toward the end of the bed.

Brooks.

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