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“How generous of you, Josh,” she whispered back. “What if I just want to shower and watch a movie, no funny business?”

“Whatever you want, Charlie. I’m only saying that an orgasm will give you more dopamine than a screwball comedy,” I said, flashing her a smile.

“Actually, ascrewball comedy sounds great right about now,” she said.

“So you are in the mood for screwing,” I said. My teasing appeared to be working.

“What are we doing here, Josh?” she asked, her voice soft, questioning.

I pulled back to meet her gaze.

“Are we making everything worse?” she asked.

I took a deep breath and pressed my forehead against hers. The tone of the room had taken a complete one-eighty and being completely honest with her had me on edge. I didn’t know. I was floundering as much as she was with how to quantify what this had become.

“I hope not,” I said. “I’m not going to lie and tell you I have all the answers, or that I know how to get the media to fuck off, but I won’t hurt you, and I won’t allow anyone else to hurt you. I know we’ve butted heads since you joined the band, but this isn’t a game to me. And I’m not ready to stop this, to stop seeing where this could go, no matter the potential consequences. I want you, Charlie. The logistics we can figure out later, but for now, I want you.”

I took a step back, meeting her gaze. For some reason, it’d been easier to spill all of that without looking at her expression.

I’d never had a confidence issue until this blonde spitfire had walked into my life. I wasn’t going to overthink that revelation right now, either.

“This is crazy,” she said.

It wasn’t the response I was expecting, so I kept my mouth shut and waited to see if she would say anything else.

“I should walk away. This could turn out so messy. Hell, it already is. But I still want you, too. We’re insane, right?”

I huffed out a laugh.

“Probably. But there’s no one I’d rather be insane with than you.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed.

“Who knew you were a total cheeseball.”

“Don’t let the guys know,” I teased.

“I would never,” she said, trailing her hand down my back.

And every innocent, playful thought left my body as my cock hardened at her touch. She never failed to make me crave her.

“So about that shower…” Her eyes darkened as she slipped her fingers under the edge of my shirt at the base of my spine.

“I thought you were tired and wanted to forget about today and just crash,” I said, rocking my lower body against hers.

“How about you help me forget in the shower.” Her hand cupped my cock.

“Whatever you need, Charlie. Whatever you need.” I nudged her into the bathroom.

We stripped each other slowly and stepped under the warm spray, her body molding perfectly to mine. This felt different. Like we’d made some sort of progress that I didn’t totally understand.

And that should have scared the shit out of me.

But Charlie was in my arms. Her soft moans whispered against my skin as I trailed my hands all over her body, and the only thing I cared about was relishing every moment we had away from the drama.

Chapter 18

CHARLIE

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