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I don’t answer. I bite my lip. I breathe in.

And then I raise up on my tiptoes, lacing my fingers around his neck, and I’m lost.

CHAPTER 19

TYLER

I didn’t see her take a bite of one of the peaches she brought, but damn, if that’s not exactly what she tastes like. Summery sweet and perfect.

I can’t think of the last time I wanted something more than I want to kiss Savannah. She’s soft and perfect in my hands, and she smells so fucking good.

She makes a small noise that makes me even harder, makes me ache to have her. Fuck. This woman is going to make me lose my damn mind in about a million different ways.

And she’s not wearing underwear.

Her tongue swipes against my lip, and I pull her even closer, not believing my good luck. In disbelief that she took my request seriously.

In disbelief that she kissed me first.

I break it off, trying to keep from panting.

“Savannah.” I hardly recognize my voice. God, she’s stunning. Lips red from kissing, cheeks flushed, blue eyes bright and sparkling. “I haven’t shown you the whole house.”

“I don’t care about the damn house,” she says, and I laugh as she frowns.

“There’s something I want to show you,” I say, grinning from ear to ear. The sound of a car horn blares in the distance, five beeps in a familiar pattern.

“That would be my parents leaving.”

A smile blooms on her face, and I’m desperate to kiss her again. “They honk like that every time, don’t they?”

“They do. Do you want to see my room?” It comes out so dorky that I would laugh at myself if I didn’t want to throw her on the bed and lock myself in there with her for the rest of the day.

Her smile slowly falls, dampening some of my excitement.

“Hey,” I say softly. I want to hold her against me, I want to freeze this moment. I don’t want whatever she’s thinking to shatter how I feel right now. “You still feel bad about lying to them?”

She nods, biting her lip until it’s pale under her teeth. I kiss at it, unable to stop myself. A little laugh bubbles out of her, and affection and hope zing through me.

“What if I asked you to be my girlfriend, then… for real?” I squint at her, nervous as all hell. Shit. I haven’t had a girlfriend… ever. I wouldn’t even know what to do with one.

But if it means getting to spend time with her, getting to hear that laugh and not see her frowning and upset—I’ll fucking figure it out.

A surprised laugh falls from her lips, her eyebrows raised. Sunlight dances off her hair. My fingers itch with the need to pull her hair down, to run my hands through it.

I wait.

I’m not fucking good at waiting.

“How would that work? We’re married. You’re paying me. You kissed me because of the stupid deal we made. Right?”

Confusion rocks me. She thinks I kissed her to show her how to be sexy?

“So you thought that was sexy?” I wiggle one eyebrow at her, trying to erase the sinking feeling in my stomach.

She squeezes my wrist, and her blue eyes aren’t sparkling anymore. “Be serious,” she says, so quietly I have to strain to hear her.

“I am serious. I know you think getting married to me was a mistake.” The words claw their way up my throat. “I know you probably think worse of me after hearing what my parents and brother—”

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