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My heart sinks. And there it is.

“I know.” I don’t mean it to sound harsh. I want to break away and swim off, leaving him alone in the pool so I can go and sulk. But it’s time to pull my big girl panties up. He didn’t promise me the moon, and I can’t go falling in love with him. That would be dumb.

“I don’t want you to hate me.”

I frown. “I could never hate you.” My heart is breaking. I want him to keep wanting me. I want this.Us.

When did this go from a dirty weekend to feelings?

Get a grip!

“We can stop now if you want?”

I don’t hold back my sass this time. “Do you really mean that?”

“I don’t want it to seem like I’m using you, GB. I’m not. We have a connection, I feel it.”

“I hear a ‘but’ coming on…”

“You’re my best friend's little sister.”

I place a finger over his lips. “Let’s agree to never speak of that again. We all know the wrath of Grayson, but he’s not here. Let’s just enjoy the weekend and not worry about tomorrow.”

Lies!All of it is lies. I don’t mean a word, but this is what pulling up your big girl panties looks like, right?

I can’t go getting all attached to a man I can never have.

“I’m not sure you mean that?”

I give him a pointed look. “You got the hots for yourself,Cowboy?” I drown my pain with humor. I just hope he can’t see through it.

“I could tickle you for that.”

“But you won’t because I squeal and it’ll draw attention to us.”

“Sneaky.”

My face lights up. “You do a lot of talking for a Grumpy Pants, maybe vacation suits you a little too well.”

He snorts, then captures my lips with his and I melt into him.

This will never not be a thing. No matter what he says. I’ll learn to keep it suppressed. He doesn’t need to know that I already love him in ways he can’t imagine. I’ll never tell him that. How embarrassing.

The one thing I’ve learned from this weekend? I will never, ever tire of Hudson Nash.

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I’m going to Hell.

There is no way that I can escape it.

Not after this weekend.

I took Georgia to the mall after our swim and we ate ice cream along the promenade. Her hand in mine felt natural, nice, even. Something that I don’t usually like or have yet to enjoy with a woman before.

Georgia isn’t like other women I’ve been with, which I already knew because I know her so well. But when she looked at me in the pool and said we could keep this going when we get home, I almost caved. I want her. This craving that I have inside, it isn’t going away.

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