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“At Coleson’s place.”

“You could stay with me,” I suggest, and she gives me a look before grabbing another helping.

“You’re letting your feelings show, Alex. Tuck them in.”

“Nope. Did that, not a fan.”

Her eyes meet mine. “I told you, I’m not looking for a relationship.”

“And I don’t really care,” I tell her, licking my lips. “I’m gonna get you to change your mind.”

She pauses for a second and then shakes her head, sarcastically tossing a “Sure” my way.

“I am.”

“Okay.”

“Watch.”

She takes a big bite of her portion and nods, which makes me smile. This girl can eat, and I’ve always enjoyed her doing so. I reach for my own serving. “Have you been involved with anyone these last six months?”

She arches her brows. “That’s none of your business.”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

“I don’t want to know,” she bites back, and I’m full-on grinning at her now.

“Liar,” I deadpan, and I lick my lips. “No one.”

“Ha!” she laughs, pointing her crostini at me. “Now who’s the liar?”

“I’m serious,” I admit, unable to look away. She has a bit of balsamic on her bottom lip, and my need to touch it overwhelms logic. I lean in, and her eyes widen as I wipe it away. I love how her lip moves with the motion of my thumb, and all I can think about is how I’d stroke her mouth as she choked on my cock.

Get it together. We’re wooing, not trying only to fuck her.

I clear my throat and shift a bit to give my growing cock some room. I just want a taste. I need a taste. I know it’s not the same, but I bring my thumb to my mouth, sucking off the balsamic as our eyes lock. A soft little sound leaves her lips, and I smile. “I haven’t been with or seen anyone since I walked out of that hotel room.”

“Why?” she gasps.

“Because I left a part of me here,” I admit, holding her gaze. “With you.”

CHAPTER 11

Elliot

It takes everything in me not to say, “You sure the fuck did!”

But I know he doesn’t know about his child, so he only means that he still has feelings for me, and I don’t understand why.

“Alex, be real,” I say as I reach for my lemonade. “It was sex.”

His eyes are so telling. Heat moves through those caramel depths as he slowly shakes his head. “The sex was fantastic, it was, but you know it was more. We spent every night together.”

“For sex,” I remind him, but he doesn’t budge.

“You slept at my house even without it.”

“Because I was living with my peepaw and Clara. Your place was easier to get to the arena from.”

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