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And that’s what Sally deserves—a nice, normal, sane guy who wants the same things she does. She deserves the world. But I’m just a small-town boy whose hands are literally tied.

Sally can’t stay. I’d be an asshole to ask her to.

Then again, she did agree not to be with anyone else?—

Nope. Not gonna read into that. I can’t.

I’m still vibrating with the aftershocks of my orgasm, but I’m able to bite out, “Untie me.”

Nodding, Sally gets to her feet. I don’t miss the way she winces, putting a hand on the small of her back.

“You okay?”

“Who knew blow jobs were such a workout?” She smirks,and that’s when I see the goose bumps that cover her skin. Her nipples are tight pink points.

She’s cold.

Or, like me, she’s completely, utterly overwhelmed by what just happened, and her body is going haywire.

She presses her tits against my arm as she unties my hands. My wrists smart, and when I look down, I see they’re red.

“The rope got you too,” Sally says with a frown, gently tracing her fingertips over the marks. She looks up. “We make a mess of each other, don’t we?”

You got me feeling a whole mess of things I shouldn’t.

I can’t ask her to stay.

I can’t tell her I love her.

But I can warm her up. Make herfeelloved. Wanted. Needed.

Because that’s what this fierceness feels like when I look at Sally and she looks back—need.

I need to keep this girl in my life. Once again, that means letting her go.

Or does it mean I screw my courage to the sticking place and tell her how I feel? ’Cause I’m already sick of all this pretending.

Does it mean I never let her go again?

The blood rushes back into my biceps and shoulders as I reach up to take Sally’s face in my hands. She likes it when I do that.

“You okay?” she asks softly. “You’re quiet.”

Glancing over her shoulder, I see her stethoscope on the ground by her feet. I bend down to grab it and, straightening, I hold open the ear tubes before gently placing the silicon tips into Sally’s ears.

I settle the metal bell on the center of my chest.

“Not quiet at all, actually,” I say, grabbing her hand and placing it over the bell.

Sally’s eyes go wide as she listens to the way she’s made my heart pound.

“This is what you do to me,” I whisper. “If you ask me, we make a mighty fine mess, Sunshine.”

Then I press my lips to hers, and she smiles when my heart beats even faster.

CHAPTER 17

Sally

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