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BAXTER

She’s looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“But I told you Hudson and I are over,” she whispers.

I snap my eyes shut. This has nothing to do with Hudson. Fuck! I don’t even want to hear his name!

I wish to God I could explain this to her, but there are no words.

None.

There’s barely thought.

Actually, there’s a shit ton of thought, and it’s all nightmares.

She wants to do it with me.

Holy shit, she wants me!

I should be dancing, stripping off my clothes like it’s my day job.

But…

She’s going to touch my dick, and she’ll make me come before I can even get it inside her.

Will my cum hit her in the face again?

Will we be right back at that swimming hole with nothing but an awkward haze shrouding both of us?

I can’t go through that again.

I can’t…

I just…

“I can’t,” I whisper, turning my back on her ashen expression and bolting from the room.

CHAPTER 27

TAMMY

I stay on the kitchen counter, running a hand over my lower lip and willing my heart to slow the hell down.

What just happened?

It’s like history repeating itself.

Things get awkward, so he pushes me away, then bolts from the room like sleeping me with is the worst.

He wants me.

I can tell he does, so…

“What the hell is his problem?” Jumping off the counter, my feet land with a smack, and I cross my arms, figuring I can play this one of two ways: pretend like nothing just happened between us… or chase him and force whatever he’s feeling out of those stubborn lips of his.

I deserve an explanation, don’t I?

I know I screwed things up back then, but he can’t kiss me like that and then give me the cold shoulder.

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