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What just happened? Did I just initiate my teenage fantasy for a one-time thing? Is it going to happen again?

I want it to happen again. I want more. I want to feel his lips on mine. I want to feel his cock stretching me until I’m full.

I need to focus on getting better first. I can’t believe my body gave out on me. I wish I could’ve seen what he would’ve done next.

Chapter Twelve

Asher

I’mnothereforher. I’m here to hang out with my friends.

That’s what I keep telling myself as I drive to the bar. It’s complete bullshit, and I know it. All I’ve been able to do this week is think about the other day in her bathroom when she turned me into a rambling idiot.

It’s been driving me crazy that I didn’t get a turn to touch her, to taste her. I can’t stop thinking about what she could possibly taste like or how she might look when she comes.

Is she as enthusiastic when she comes as she is when making me come? Because the way she eagerly sucked me off was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

My dick twitches at the thought.

But I know nothing can happen again between the two of us. That was a one-time thing. It’s too dangerous to dip my toe in the pool of Charlotte. I’ll want to submerge my entire body and never come out, and she’s leaving soon to go back home to Cincinnati. I should be playing it safe with a woman who doesn’t make my heart skip a beat. Someone I know I won’t risk getting my heart stomped on all over again.

I park in the large field outside the bar. This place was formerly a large barn that was turned into a line-dancing bar.

The place is packed tonight. People are out on the large dance floor with their partners as country music fills the air. There are picnic tables along the perimeter of the dance floor and twinkling lights hanging above the entire barn.

The large barn doors are opened on all sides so you can walk out to the patios, which are also lit up with twinkling lights hanging from the large southern trees.

I scan the room, trying to find my group. I first spot Josh sitting on top of one of the large picnic tables. He’s laughing at something David says while the rest of the group is scattered around them. When he leans back, I notice Charlotte talking with Layla.

Her bright smile makes my chest feel like it has a ton of bricks on it. It’s hard to take a breath.

Her eyes meet mine from across the room like our bodies knew the other’s presence.

I take long strides toward her, no longer concerned with telling myself I’m here for any other reason but her.

“Look who made it,” Josh smiles up at me. “I’m not used to seeing you out so often.” He looks over at Charlotte and then back at me with a knowing look. “I wonder why you’re so social these days.”

I shrug my shoulders. “Must be the good weather.”

He smirks at me. “Must be. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need another beer. Want one, bro?”

I nod even though I want to slap him in the back of the head.

When he’s gone, Charlotte looks over at me with a smile.

“You wanna sit down?” she looks down at the spot next to her.

I opt to sit on the top of the table where Josh was while Charlotte sits on the seat below me, slightly to the right. With my elbows on my knees, I lean down so we’re closer.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her.

Her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. “Thank you.”

“You seem to be feeling better.”

“Much better. Thanks to you.”

Taking care of her wasn’t even a second thought in my mind. I’m just happy that she’s doing better.

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