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“How about if I promise to be good? Not try anything. Seriously, I hate that our nights end so early because you’re afraid to be alone with me. We have such limited time as it is. Why can’t we be in a room alone together and not have sex?”

I was still pondering that question as we headed back to the hotel. Tonight, we didn’t get lucky with an empty elevator, so I never got my kiss. After we stepped off, I still hadn’t decided whether to go back to his room.

Brayden stopped me midway down the hall, wrapping his hands around my waist and backing me against a wall. A shiver ran the length of my body.

“How about this…” he said. “I swear on Ryan’s soul that I will not make a move on you if you come back to my room. I won’t touch you.”

I nodded. “Well, now I know you’re telling the truth. But I’m still going to my room.”

“Why?”

“I don’t trust myself not to make a move on you.”

His eyes filled with mischief.

“Goodnight,” I called as I once again ran off to my room alone.

“It’s a good thing your favorite color is blue, because it matches my balls perfectly,” he yelled after me.

CHAPTER 10

Alex

I couldn’t seem to relax. Not even after a hot shower. Unlike the other night when we’d had a little window peep show, it wasn’t my body that needed settling. It was my mind. Though anytime I was around Brayden, my body hummed with desire, so it wasn’t like I couldn’t get into a round of self-care. Yet while I was certain it might relax me a bit, I also knew I’d be staring at the ceiling in the dark after. I needed to talk out what I was feeling. Picking up my phone, I looked at the time. It was almost eleven, but Wells would definitely be up. I was the one in our friendship who went to bed early.

I scrolled down to the last name in my contacts and hit the video button to FaceTime.

Wells answered on the third ring. He said hello, but I could barely hear him over the pulse-pounding music. “Give me a second! I need to step outside!”

I watched the screen as he walked, passing dozens of men dancing. He was definitely in a club. Eventually the loud music settled into the background, and I could see he was outside. Wells lifted the screen to his face, and his buddy Kennedy jumped into the video over his shoulder.

“Hello, Kitten! Are you calling me to tell me you just knocked boots with youngblood?”

“Oooh. A younger man?” Kennedy cooed. “Deets, please.”

I sighed. “I didn’t sleep with Brayden.”

Wells pointed to the screen and looked at his buddy. “Do you see the lines in her face? She either needs dick or Dysport.” He turned back with a frown. “Honey, this is why old maids die alone—they have a full face of wrinkles from lack of orgasms.”

I chuckled. “I hate you.”

“Well you’re interrupting Gays Night Out, so spill the beans. What’s going on? If something wasn’t on your mind, you’d be in dreamland. Tell Daddy what happened.”

“Brayden and I had a great dinner, and then he kissed me in the elevator.”

“I looove elevator kisses,” Wells said. “Why are they so freaking hot?”

“I don’t know much about other elevator kisses, but kissing Brayden was definitely hot. If we would’ve gotten stuck between floors for even a few minutes, I would’ve had sex with him.”

“You should have hit the red button! That’s what it’s there for. Emergencies!”

“I once did that in the Empire State Building,” Kennedy said, pulling the phone to face him. “And when we got off the elevator, security escorted us to the exit. Apparently they have cameras in some of them.” He held up his pointer. “They did not start the car moving again until we’d finished. So I think whoever was watching us was busy busting their own nut, but whatever.”

Wells tilted the cell back to him. “What happened after the kiss? Let me guess. You blew him off when you should’ve blown him off?”

My shoulders slumped. “I chickened out and practically ran to my room.”

“What are you so afraid of?”

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