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There will never be another reason to, even though I know Reid is trying to prove a point that we are friends.
Yet, I don’t feel friendly with him at this moment.
My whole body buzzes off a high that he’s giving me, and I want more. A friend isn’t going to feel this way. I wouldn’t want him to back me up against my car and deepen the kiss. I wouldn’t be thinking about how his tongue is going to taste or if he’s getting turned on like I am.
I’m not blind nor immune to this man in any way, shape, or form.
And he’s definitely not Weston.
No, this man is pure peril, brutality, and no-nonsense.
So, why he’s kissing me is something I’m not able to compute or make sense of in my head besides being quiet and proving that we are friends.
We’re still not friends.
Not sure if we’ll ever be now since he decided to sever that notion from my head. I already want round two of this, and it’s never going to have a sequel. Reid might think I’m cute, but I’m still me.
I still love to read.
I still don’t take a lot of risks.
I don’t pay eight hundred sixty dollars and three cents for car repairs that weren’t needed.
And I’ll always drive this man crazy with all my questions.
Reid abruptly breaks the kiss, and I’m a heaving mess. My chest is erratic, trying to catch an even breath as Reid stares down at me with glimmering hazel eyes that might mirror what I’m feeling.
“We friends?”
My God, why today? Why ever?
I’m not stupid as to say no and then have Reid reject me like some desperate chick who can’t get a boyfriend.
He’s helping me with one now, for God’s sake.
“Yes,” I stammered, attempting to stay grounded, but all my body wants to do is chase that kiss again.
“Good,” he mutters, still towering over me and taunting my next move. “At least we’ve got that out of the way, huh?”
Not even close.
But there’s no way I’m going to survive him telling me that there’ll never be anything between us because I’m not his type.
No way.
“Right,” I deadpan, hoping my answer comes off as genuine.
It isn’t.
Because I’m thinking about nothing that has to do with Weston and everything to do with the hockey brute standing in front of me.
REID
Ihate repeating myself.
It’s one of my biggest pet peeves, and the more I have to do it, the more I want to strangle the person that I have to do it for.
However, if I wrapped my hands around Hollyn’s neck, it’d be for a different scenario entirely. That kiss yesterday has been on replay in my head over and over again. I don’t know what I was trying to prove. I’ve filled in the reasoning with excuses about how I was trying to get her to shut up and stop arguing with me about paying for her car repairs. Then I got a little more real and claimed I did it because she needed to be kissed by a real man since Weston wasn’t on the verge of doing it.
