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She was troubled by things she didn't want to talk about, but this—this was good for her. This was just like that night we went skating together.

I wanted to be an escape for her. Hell, I wanted to be her journey and her destination.

My feet began to move and I walked up behind her, pausing with about a foot of space between us. Her perfume invaded my senses and I groaned as I closed the remaining distance separating us. I couldn't help myself. My hands fell onto her hips and I pulled her back flush against me as my face dipped down to her ear.

"What a surprise it is to see you here," I murmured as I traced the shell of her ear with my lips.

Juliette hooked her wrists around the back of my head, moving closer instead of farther away as she continued to shift her hips. I moved with her, swaying along to the beat, feeling her grinding against me. "It took you long enough to come out here."

My hands gripped her hips tighter as my cock throbbed. It was hard as a fucking rock, pressing against her ass as she continued to move to the music. "Were you putting on a show for me?"

"I had to get your attention one way or another," she said as she released the back of my neck and spun around in front of me. My hands slid around to the small of her back and I pulled her into me.

"You always have my attention, Juliette," I breathed, my lips softly brushing against hers.

She grew softer in my arms. Our breaths were mingling together. “Someone might see us, Mac,” she reminded me as she threaded her fingers in my hair.

“You think I fucking care?” I murmured as my fingertips dug into her flesh. My mouth captured hers in a bruising kiss. Her lips melted against mine, our tongues tangling. She tasted like strawberries and I couldn’t get enough. She was consuming me, drawing me in deeper. There was no way out of this for me, and I wasn't even sure I wanted out anymore.

Juliette broke away, sucking in oxygen. "You should."

"Let them see us, Juliette. Let the whole fucking world know."

It was the truth, even if it was irrational. At that moment, I didn't care. I just wanted her—every damn inch of her—and I was so tired of feeling like I wasn't free to have her.

"Don't be stupid, Mac," she scolded me as she planted her hands against my chest and pushed me away. I half stumbled backward, my eyebrows pulling together as my gaze collided with hers. Mischief danced in her eyes as she reached for my hand and pulled me with her. Next thing I knew, we were wading through the crowd of people. "Come with me."

Those three words were all she needed to say to me.

I would have followed her anywhere.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

JULIETTE

Mac's fingers were laced with mine, his palm burning against my own. My heart pounded erratically in my chest, thrumming against my rib cage as I led him through the crowded room. No one paid any attention to us as we pushed past people who were lost in the music, lost in the moment, dancing among themselves or with friends or partners.

I should have cared more about what could have happened or what could have come from this, but I didn't. In that moment, the only thing that mattered was Mac and feeling him close to me again. He was quickly becoming a weakness for me. A simple pleasure I couldn't deny myself anymore. I had fought against him as much as I could.

Now, I didn't have the strength to push him away. Mac Sullivan had successfully broken through the walls I had carefully constructed around myself. My resolve no longer existed. The power belonged to him and he could do what he wanted with that. If he wanted to destroy me, he could. And at this point, there wasn't a part of me that would have stopped him from trying.

He could destroy me, he could ruin me. If it meant I got to experience these moments with him, I didn't even care. I would deal with the aftermath after the fact. After he was done with me and had decided to move on.

Fuck me for hoping that wouldn't be the case.

I wasn't an idiot, I knew he didn't want a relationship—just like I didn't want one. He played for the team my father coached. There was no way anything between us would ever work out. It was going to be one of those situations where it was fun for the moment but after it was over, we’d be done. There was a part of me that didn't want that, even if I didn't want to actually date Mac.

I just didn't like the idea of him moving on from me. I didn't like the idea of him being with someone else.

There was a hallway off to the side and I pulled Mac along, not knowing what the hell was down there. Mac blindly followed my lead without any questions. It was dark and tucked away, not something someone would see without really looking. With how dark it was, it would have been difficult for anyone to even spot us.

Mac's hand left mine and he grabbed my shoulders as he spun me around to face him. His movements were quick yet calculated. He dropped his hands down to my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he gripped me tightly. His leg pressed between mine, his body enveloping me as he pushed me deeper into the hallway.

"I can't see anything," I murmured as I lifted my hands to hold on to his shoulders. He didn't stop moving us until my back was pressed against the cool wall at the end of the hallway. It could have been a door, I had no clue what it really was, but it didn't matter. The sound of the music wasn't as loud. I could hear him, feel him, and smell him. It was my sight that was at a disadvantage. I could only make out the outline of his body.

It was almost as if there were a glowing halo that was shifting colors around him. It illuminated his silhouette.

"You have other senses other than your sight, Juliette," he murmured as he pressed his mouth against the corner of my lips. I turned my head, seeking him out, but he moved and kissed the other corner of my mouth instead. "Let your other senses take over. Don't worry about what you can or can't see. Feel everything. Hear everything. Fully immerse yourself, Juliette."

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