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His head fell back against the wall, a moan leaving him as his fingers dug into the skin under his palm.

“Let me make you feel good. Let me give you what you want.”

And yeah there I went, begging.

Caleb lifted his head off the wall, his eyes finding mine, and as I squeezed his cock, about to follow through, his fingers tightened, halting me.

Fuck.I knew that look. It was the same look he’d given me the night of our parents’ wedding. The one that told me he was confused as shit about what he’d just done, and even more confused that he’d liked it.

But before I could say anything, he pushed me back a step and snatched his hand away. He blinked those gorgeous, dark eyes as though trying to focus and touched his fingers to his lips.

Then, before I could get a word out, he slipped out of the nook and started off in the direction of the doors. I made a move to follow, but as if he sensed I wouldn’t be letting him get away that easy, he stopped and turned back to me, holding up a hand.

“Don’t.”

One word. That’s all it took to stop me in my tracks as I watched him disappear through the crowded dance floor and head home.

Toourhome.

SEVENTEEN

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IT WAS OFFICIAL: I was the stupidest person alive.

I couldn’t believe what I’d done, what I’d let happen. Giving in to Travis shifted our whole reality. My mind was full of questions I couldn’t answer.

Why had I kissed him back?

Why did my body react the way it did around him?

Why couldn’t I stop fuckingthinkingabout him?

I couldn’t even chalk it up to being drunk. I’d made out with Travis, in public, stone-cold sober. That wasn’t me. My body must’ve been hijacked, because none of this made sense.

So after obsessing over the situation all night and during classes the next day, I did the only thing I could think of: I asked out the girl who’d been making eyes at me since the semester started.

My motives were usually a lot more straightforward with a potential hookup, but this time I felt a bit of guilt at the fact that I needed her to get my mind off Travis. I needed to remind my traitorous body who it was really hot for, and that wasn’t my fuckingstepbrother.

“This was fun. I was wondering if you’d ever ask me out.” Bronwyn looked up at me under long, curled lashes as I held thedoor open for her. She stepped out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk, and her eyes told me she wasn’t ready for the night to be over. She just wanted me to say the words.

Thiswas what I wanted. To take her home, lose myself inside her, and prove to Travis that what happened between us was nothing. Less than nothing—it was a fluke.

I was straight. I wasn’t interested in his dick or anyone else’s. And I definitely wasn’t intohim.

TRAVIS:

You didn’t have to run away…

The text Travis had sent when I left the club played in my head over and over again, driving me out of my mind and solidifying my decision.

I reached for Bronwyn’s hand, and she took it eagerly. “Wanna come back to my place?”

“I’d love to.”

There. That was easy enough. But why did my stomach suddenly feel like it was twisted into a ball of knots? There was a high possibility Travis wouldn’t even be home. He wasn’t exactly a homebody, and it was about that time the guys would be heading out.

I couldn’t decide what the better scenario would be. If I got Bronwyn home and Travis wasn’t there, then this would all have been for nothing, right?

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