Page 71 of Anti Player

He nods.

My heart cracks.

“That’s not how this works. I get what we had was a minimal fling, a proposal, whatever you want to call it, but bottom line is we were friends first, and we will stay friends after and as my friend I’m here for you.”

He remains quiet and watches me.

“I’m serious, Kaleb. There are no if, ands, or buts about it. Us Nobles take care of our own. That’s how my mom raised us.”

“I know,” he finally says. “But I’m not a Noble.”

“You might as well be one.” I laugh.

“What if I don’t want to be your friend?” he asks.

My lips turn into a frown.

“Shit. I’m not thinking straight. I mean, what if I want this fling to last longer?”

“That’s dangerous, Kaleb,” I say, my heart picking up pace.

“I like what we’re doing,” he says.

“It’s been fun but. . .”

“I know all the risks we’re taking, but we can be careful. Are you not enjoying the sex?”

I giggle. “It’s been the best sex of my life. Shit. I shouldn’t have said that.”

I turn away.

“Get back here,” he urges.

I feel my cheeks, red as beets.

“The sex is fantastic. Why stop?” he asks.

“Because it’s trouble with a capital T.”

“That makes it more fun.”

“There is something sexy about sneaking around,” I admit.

“Then we continue,” he states.

“Until when, Kaleb? When do we end this? I start school in the fall. That is if I get into one of the culinary schools I applied to.”

“Then you’ll be staying in New York. We can just call it quits once the season starts,” he suggests.

“One of the schools I applied to is in Texas. It’s kind of my dream school,” I confess.

“That’s about the same time the season starts, so either way this has to end,” he confirms.

“Right,” I agree.

“So we can enjoy each other until then.”

“I guess we can. Nothing wrong with having hot sex all the time,” I tease.

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