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She looks up at me with her brown eyes and a little smile. “I’m good.”

“Still no nausea?”

“I’m not going to vomit this time.” She punches me playfully in the arm.

“Are you sure? Because I don’t think my ego could take it if you threw up, you know, during…” I turn the doorknob, hoping she doesn’t notice the slight tremble in my fingers.

I’ve never been this nervous about a hookup before, but I can’t let her know that.

“Believe me,” she says as we walk inside, “I would be the mortified one in that scenario.” She takes her earrings out and sets them in a little dish on the dresser.

I put her shoes down and start taking off mine.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” she says, her back to me.

“Why?”

She turns, eyes wide, cheeks pink. “So I’m… I mean, to make sure I’m all clean…everywhere.”

My cock twitches. “Macy, I could not give less of a fuck. Come here.”

I want to kiss her again.

“Well, I do. Just give me a minute.”

“Okay.”

While the water runs on the other side of the door I change into my gray sweats and a white T-shirt. I’m not sure what to do with myself. Sitting on the bed doesn’t feel right. Sitting in the chair in the corner is awkward. So I end up just pacing around the room until the water shuts off.

I stop, hands on my hips, heart pounding, watching the door.

The seconds are agonizing. The minutes unbearable.

Finally, she opens the bathroom door and comes out.

Macy. My Macy.

I know she’s not mine, but my mind goes there anyway.

She’s wearing her baggy Garfield T-shirt she normally sleeps in. She looks adorable in it. But she doesn’t have on the little plaid shorts she normally wears with it. Her thighs are pale and silky smooth, and I can’t help but imagine how they’ll feel against my face.

Her face is bare, her skin pink and glowing. Her freckles seem to have multiplied from being in the sun the last few days.

She’s gorgeous. Stunning.

If I thought my heart was racing before, it’s jackhammering in my chest now.

CHAPTER 13

MACY

Ididn’t know what to wear. Bra and panties? Walk out there bare naked?

No one has seen me naked in the last six years except Spencer. And even then, most of the time it was dark.

This Garfield shirt is stupid. Why did I even bring it? It’s not sexy. I’m not wearing my shorts, but I left my underwear on. Should I have taken off my underwear?

I don’t know what I’m doing. But I’m standing here in the doorway and Wood is staring at me and he’s not saying anything.

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