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Mike smells nice, and yet, it’s nothing compared to the way my mouth waters when my brain helpfully replays how Locke’s scent physically affected my body as he held me to his chest that morning.

I’m pretty sure my suppressants are starting to fail. I’ve never been alpha obsessed before, but I’m starting to act noticeably out of character.

“Want to grab that drink we missed out on downstairs?” Mike asks, pulling me to him with a hand on my hip.

Music pounds through the speakers as his deep chestnut scent hits my nose.

I smile, focusing fully on him. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

If I’m stuck in the past, then I’ll never be able to see what the future holds.

There’s a slight possibility I’m tipsy as I let Mike lead me down the back hallway toward the restrooms. My only defense is my impulses are obsessed with his scent, and he’s got nice muscles under that long-sleeve T-shirt.

“Men’s or women’s?” he asks, palming my ass.

This might qualify as out of character for me, but I feel like I deserve to have some fun.

I’ve waited out my rebound period.

I’m single.

I should be able to randomly hook up if I want to.

I shrug. “Women’s? I don’t know. Don’t men’s bathrooms smell like pee?”

“Good point.” He laughs good-naturedly, and my hormones are fully in control, based on how I shiver in response. His forearm pushes against the door, and he holds it open, giving me a small shove inside.

I stumble, but he grabs my hips and somehow manages to turn me around in one smooth move.

Huh.

I guess he’s got more coordination than I possess.

My back hits the wall next to the door, and I briefly wonder if he’s going to move us to a stall.

I don’t get the chance to ask as he bends low, shoving his mouth to mine. His scent calms my instincts, but something about the way he attacks my mouth really isn’t doing it for me. Taking a deep breath, I try to settle in and give him a chance to do the same.

Not every kiss has to be a perfect kiss, right? Okay, maybe not perfect, but it should be sensual and arousing, at the very least.

I give Mike a small shove, using my hand on his chest, but he doesn’t give me any space.

I try again, and he fails to take the hint.

Bringing my other hand to his stomach, I push one last time. When he doesn’t move, I bite his lower lip.

He growls, like he’s not getting what I’m putting out, so I bite harder while trying to shove him away.

He’s a freaking tank, and he’s either purposely oblivious, or he just doesn’t care that I’m no longer interested. I raise my heel and bring it down on the top of his shoe, wiggling with my entire body weight.

He releases a growl that doesn’t sound friendly as I try to duck under his arm.

My panic rises as I make it just past him, only to have him grip my wrist and yank me to face him once more.

I don’t know what happens after that, because it’s behind me. However, it sounds like someone slams the restroom door open.

My insides light up.

Will must have seen me.

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