Page 16 of Whiskey Reveals

She tasted sweet and sinful and everything he ached for.

When he pulled away, their bodies shook, and he forced himself not to kiss her again.

“That was…” she whispered.

“A mistake,” he finished, not missing the hurt in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I know we’re trying to be friends.”

“And kissing complicates things.” Her gaze met his, and he saw the need in her eyes that matched his, but he knew they both needed to take a step back if they were going to make any progress with what they had said they wanted. “I need friends, Fox. I need to be steady. You know?”

And there were no guarantees in relationships. He’d be damned if he hurt her.

“I get it. And that’s why I’m going to walk out of here, and we’re going to text later. Because I’m your friend, Melody. That I can promise you.”

She smiled softly. “Good, because I’m your friend, too.”

He respected her, and that meant he’d respect her choice. The thing was, in the end, it was his choice, too. So…no more kissing. No more thinking of her when he slept—something he wasn’t sure he could control.

But he’d do his best.

Because he liked Melody, wanted her in his life. And that meant he’d take a step back and remember what they’d promised themselves and each other.

And he’d just end up sleeping with a hard dick. Again.

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