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Tru glanced over her shoulder and floated back to me, and grabbed my dick so hard I winced. Why did her hand feel so good? I shuddered when she pumped me so achingly slow that all I could focus on was my own erratic breathing until I suddenly exploded in her hand without warning.

That was embarrassingly fast.

She pulled away. “Technically, we didn’t break the rules.”

Words. I needed to fill the space with them, but it felt like she’d just drugged me. I opened my mouth and closed it again, then nodded my head.

“Wow, like taming the beast.” Tru smiled. “You didn’t deserve that, by the way, but I felt guilty for being responsible.”

“People should always take responsibility for their actions.” I exhaled. “I’m sorry, I know I’ve already said that, but I really am.”

She shrugged. “I’ll see you tonight.”

She still had her walls up.

To her, that was doing me a favor. There was nothing romantic about the gesture. I didn’t matter to her, but I wanted to. I’d gone too far, and now I was making up for it, but it seemed like it was too late.

I wanted the old Tru.

The one that was brutally honest and open.

The one I broke.

But I couldn’t forget that she broke me too. It was a mutual breaking of bad choice after bad choice. That shouldn’t be new, knowing my track record. We had been too hurt at the time to see past anything but betrayal, and I chose not to tell her the truth, thinking she’d walk away, and she walked away anyway without telling me why.

I let her go in the house first and followed her.

I had to make it up to her.

And I knew a stupid burger wouldn’t be enough. A million dates and a million kisses wouldn’t be enough.

I’d have to bury the hatchet first, but it was painful admitting defeat, admitting that I wronged her the same way she wronged me. Because, in the end, it means she somehow won by breaking my heart, and I was the idiot going back to the same poison that would destroy me all over again.

My head said we could do things differently.

My heart said it wasn’t worth the risk.

I walked into the kitchen and nearly fell on my ass because of my wet feet, then casually walked by the guys sitting on the couch.

“Nice legs,” one of them called out.

“Eat shit.” I went up the stairs and slammed my door behind me.

How do you get someone who hates you to open up without it looking fake?

I had no clue.

CHAPTER 30

VAUGHN

Then

I drove around aimlesslybefore I snapped out of whatever. All I had left was my misery.

That future wasn’t in the cards for us, not when I couldn’t be with the one I wanted the most.

“Get your shit together,” I uttered to myself. I walked into my bathroom to take a quick shower, and after I pulled my shirt off, I made my way into my bedroom and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her.

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