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“Why?” he murmurs into my skin as he bites onto my shoulder softly. My stomach somersaults. Every single nerve in my body focuses on that small spot on my shoulder, and my brain almost flatlines. “You smell so fucking good.”

“I know I do,” I get out, smiling at the image we’ve created in the mirror.

“Such a smart mouth.” His voice is all gravel and rough against my skin.

I laugh, but it turns into a sigh when he kisses my shoulder. “Someone has to put you in your place.”

“So you’re saying I should be lucky that it’s you, baby?”

“Something like that.” He chuckles, and the sound reverberates through my body, the pressure of his lips on my shoulder driving me wild. His hand trails down my side, brushing against the side of my breast before he grips my waist. “Miles, we can’t.”

“Just think about how good it would be,” he murmurs, still kissing my shoulder, “How good I could make you feel. How good it would be if you just stopped trying to control everything for once. Let me take care of you.Please.”

I’ve banished myself from having Miles-related thoughts, but that doesn’t mean they don’t creep their way in there sometimes. Like right now as he kisses my shoulder, his hands branding my body in ways it shouldn’t and my self-control almost snaps.

I could say yes. I could say fuck it, turn around, and kiss him like he did earlier. Now that I’ve had that one taste, I want more even when I shouldn’t. Give a sex-deprived girl a hockey player to fake date and this is what happens.

I clear my throat, placing my hand over his. “Miles, seriously, we can’t.” He groans, dropping his head to my shoulder, but he listens despite his dramatics. He tears away from me, leaving me in the bathroom, and I let out a breath of relief.

I don’t bother to put my shorts on because it’s so hot in the bedroom and I’d end up taking them off anyway. I slip into a pair of panties and put on my tank top, a reckless part of me hoping that he’ll still be awake. But when I go into the room, he’s deep asleep on one side of the bed.

I sigh and slip into the other end, putting as much space between us as possible.

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WONDERLAND (WREN & MILES VERSION)

Gigi

I think Miles might be the best thing to happen to you.

What has provoked this conversation, Gianna?

Gigi

Have you seen his post?

The one of us at the charity event? Yeah, G, it’s almost like I was there.

Gigi

Still!!!!! He’s wearing a tux, and you kept your cool. How are you still alive?

I’m barely holding it together. Trust me.

I wake up in sweats,clutching my chest like I had a nightmare, only it was the exact opposite.

It’s been a few days since spending the nightwith Miles at my dad’s hotel. Which means it’s been a few days of intense workouts, desperate studying, and doing everything I can to avoid thinking about Miles Fucking Davis and his stupid fucking mouth.

The more time I spend with him, the more I start feeling things I definitely don’t want to feel. Like attraction. Safety. Comfort. He pulls me in like the moon pulls in the tide, and I’ve tried everything to stop letting myself feel this way. I had to tell Kennedy and Scarlett to sit me down and tell me every good reason why he’s not good for me.

They came up with nothing.

So I’ve spent the last four nights having insanely vivid sex dreams about him. He’s invaded my senses and my thoughts. Even my dreams aren’t safe from him, and he’s not even doing anything. He just exists beside me with his tall frame and deep voice and his dirty jokes, and it makes me want to fall for him. How pathetic is that?

“Rough night?” Scarlett asks, sitting on the edge of my bed while Ken rifles through my wardrobe. I don’t know why they love to do this. They treat my room like the designated hang-out spot, like we don’t all have our own rooms and a living area.

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