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“Uh… kissing you?”

“Exactly.”

The door to the garage opens and Ken sticks his head in. I’m getting sick of this weasel. It’s like he wants to get punched in the face. “Hey, I thought I saw you guys go in here. Are you leaving?”

“I’m taking Sean home.”

His expression falls. “Oh, that’s too bad. You’re missing Kenzie’s performance.”

Hell. Kenzie. I can’t believe I almost ruined the evening for her. I feel like I’ve been sucker punched in the stomach.

“We don’t need to go,” I say. “I’ll behave.”

Ashely looks at me for a couple beats, studying me. “Fine. We’ll stay until the end of her show.”

I exhale and nod. I managed to change her mind, but I don’t feel any better. I made poor choices tonight, and they’re eating at me. Remorse is a bitch.

CHAPTER 27

ASHLEY

Luckily, Kenzie didn’t notice the altercation between Sean and Ken. And I’m glad that Ken stopped us from leaving. It would have been horrible to take off and miss her concert. I was too worried about Sean and didn’t stop to think about the repercussions.

He didn’t misbehave when we returned to the party, and he even stopped drinking like a fish. But the stress made the rest of the evening not fun. My desire to socialize dropped to sewer level.

So when Kenzie finished her set, I told her we were ready to go home. I felt bad, because Kenzie clearly didn’t want to leave, but then her friend Lola suggested they share an Uber.

Sean thanked me for staying sober and driving home, but that’s the only thing he said the entire ride. The silence was uncomfortable, but I was afraid that if we talked, we’d argue.

“Home sweet home,” I say when I park in our driveway.

“Thanks for getting us here safely,” he replies politely, and it annoys me.

I get out of the car in a huff and stride to the front door. I leave the door ajar for him, but I don’t make it past the first step of the stairs before he turns me around and kisses me.

I’m ashamed to say I don’t put up any fight this time. When he attacked my mouth in the garage back at Ken’s, I tried to resist. But I don’t want to stop him now. It was harder than I thought to keep my distance from him at the party. I’m not sure I can keep pretending he doesn’t mean anything to me.

“Sean… I need you,” I whisper against his mouth.

“Good, because I need you too, Ash. So fucking much.”

“We have to be very quiet.”

“Okay.”

We head upstairs on our tiptoes, and even so, in the dead silence of the night, a board creaks loudly. I cringe with each step I take. We’re being so reckless. I bite my lower lip when I open my bedroom door. The hinges on this sucker always make a god-awful noise. My heart is pounding, and I dare to let out a relieved breath only after Sean closes and locks the door behind him.

I turn to him in the dark, and we don’t move for a couple of beats, as if we’re waiting for the other to change their mind. But something snaps, and we meet in the middle in a hurricane of limbs and lips. I jump into his arms, and our mouths fuse together. This kiss has a fury unmatched. It’s savage, demanding, and it bites.

We keep trying to steal each other’s air until we fall onto my bed together, with Sean on top of me. His greedy hand runs down one side of my body, and his fingers graze the underside of my breast, making me gasp. But he keeps moving his hand until he grabs my hip then lifts my leg over his shoulder. My dress has ridden up, and I’m not wearing pantyhose. Sean unzips his jeans, then rubs the head of his cock against my drenched panties.

“I love how wet you already are for me, babe.”

The friction between my legs feels so good that I can’t form words. I can only moan as I close my eyes.

He slides the fabric to the side and enters me slowly, making my toes curl. “You’re determined to torture me tonight, aren’t you?” I whisper.

“Me? Torture you?” He chuckles. “You’re the one wearing this sexy dress. It was agony not being able to touch you at the party.”

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