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It stung a little to even say it was scratching an itch, but ignoring him hasn’t worked since returning from Detroit. Maybe this is exactly what we need. When I let him pull me from the bar, I figured we’d hook up. I’d find it lacking the way all sexual encounters have been for me so far in life, and then I’d be able to move past whatever this little obsession is I have with the man.
The way he rolled his hips against me in the truck has me doubting my ability to do that, however. We were like two horny teens dry humping each other. Well, not exactly dry on my part. I was so embarrassed when he looked down and saw what my body was doing.
“Ready?”
I spin in his direction, surprised that I got so lost in my head that I lost sight that we were here together.
“Y-yes,” I say.
He holds up the key but doesn’t move toward the elevator.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
As I see no other recourse, I grab his free hand and pull him toward the elevator.
“It’s weird being back here after so long,” I whisper as the doors close.
The hotel was built when I was a sophomore in high school. Chase was already gone from Lindell before they started construction on it.
“You’ve stayed in this hotel before?” He doesn’t bother to hide the hint of jealousy in his voice, and I kind of love it.
“We had prom in the conference room. The elevators haven’t changed.”
“The conference room is on the ground level,” Chase says. “There was no need to get on the elevator.”
“I’m sure Anthony Miller would argue that statement.”
“You dated Anthony Miller?” he asks, just as the doors closes us in.
I frown as I reach forward and press the button for the third floor, having seen our room number on the hotel envelope he held up.
“Didn’t date. We went to senior prom together.”
“Weren’t dating and you—”
I hold my hand up, silencing him. “You may want to keep your opinions to yourself.”
He doesn’t say another word, but he doesn’t look happy as the elevator opens.
“Do you feel weird about this?” I ask, as he slides the keycard into the mechanism on the door.
“Weird? Should I feel weird?”
“The age difference was a big deal before,” I begin, but he grabs my forearm before I can speak further.
“Before? What?”
I shake my head, realizing as big of a crush as I had on him in junior high, I was never on this man’s radar. I’m probably only on it now because of the convenience.
Part of me is urging me to turn around and walk away. I could easily call Adalynn to come pick me up, but then again, I’ll never hear the end of it if I do. The other part of me, the one that’s screaming at me from the top of her lungs, is reminding me that I’d be an idiot for not following through with this.
“Madison.”
I lift my eyes up to him, but they drop down to his outstretched hand a second later. The invitation is more tempting than it should be. When I hold my hand out to him, I no longer feel like I’m in control. I don’t feel as if I made the decision. It feels like fate is drawing me closer to him, and by the time our palms are together, the connection, that zing of current that runs between us, feels kismet, like this was always supposed to happen.
He pulls me inside the room, pressing my back to the door the second it closes.
“Wow,” I mutter when he presses the full length of his body against mine.
