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“What do you want to do now?” I ask.

She swallows hard, her gaze dropping to my lips.

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asks.

My arms tighten around her, and I can’t help but kiss her again.

“More than you can imagine,” I tell her.

“I have to tell my friends I’m going,” she says.

I nod and we separate. I can’t tear my eyes away from her ass as she walks back to her table. I know it’s rude to stare, but fuck if she’s not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I’m going to take her home.

Chapter 3

Lis

When I get back to the table, Daze and Sophie are staring at me with sly grins.

“He’s staring at you,” Daze says.

“He is smoking hot,” Sophie says. “Even I can appreciate it.”

“I’m going with him.” I drain my daiquiri and meet my sister’s gaze.

“Text me the address where you end up,” she says, one hundred percent on board with my absolutely crazy plan. “If you take him back to our place, let me know and we’ll be quiet when we come in. What’s his name?”

“Spencer.” I hesitate. “I trust him.”

“Can’t be too careful.” Then she winks. “Have fun.”

I blow her a kiss and then turn to find him still staring at me. He hasn’t moved from his place on the dance floor. He is as smoking hot as Sophie said. His dark blond hair is cut long on top and shorter on the sides, so it falls in front of his clear blue eyes. The blue shirt he wears shows off his broad shoulders, flat stomach, and the orange, red, and black tattoo sliding down from inside the short sleeve. It looks like the tail feathers of a bird. He is so tall he makes me feel tiny, even in the three-inch heels.

People move around him, but he doesn’t seem bothered. He’s just watching me as I make my way back to him. As soon as I’m there, he pulls me against him and dips toward me, capturing my lips in a kiss that curls my toes.

“I missed you,” he says.

“I was only gone a minute.”

“Too long. Let’s go.”

I follow him outside and he pulls his phone out. “Your place or mine?” he asks as he loads his Uber app.

“Which is closer?” I ask.

He shoots me a look hot with promise. “Where do you live?” I tell him my cross-streets and he nods. “You’re closer, but not by a lot. My roommate promised she won’t be home until late.”

“Your place it is.”

He taps the screen and then pulls up a group chat. He doesn’t try to hide it from me, so I watch as he types a message and hits send.

Heading home.

“I thought you said your roommate won’t be there.”

“She won’t. But that group includes the two inside.”

I laugh at him and he tugs me closer again, like he can’t stand us being apart. I understand the feeling. “You could have told them in person.”

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