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Scratch that, I want tobeghim to stay.

I don't want this night to end. I don't want thisfeelingto end, regardless if it's real or temporary. I just want more of him.

He bends down before I can respond, pressing his lips against mine in a soft yet still toe-curling kiss. He pulls back, grinning at me before he heads back toward his car.

My heart races in my chest, adrenaline crackling through my veins as I close the door, hating that something inside me is screaming at me to open it back up and chase after him.

I do my best to shove all the insecurities aside, telling myselfwho caresif it's temporary? When am I ever going to feel like this again?

What if I don't?

What if I don't do everything I can to hold on to this feeling, and I regret it for the rest of my life?

Fuck it. I'm not one for regrets.

I swing open my door, heading out of my apartment complex and catching up to him just as he's opening his driver side door.

“Nash!” I call after him, my chest heaving as my nerves mount.

His eyes meet mine, his head tilting slightly.

I shake my head, stopping just at the front of his car, not wanting to force his hand by falling into his arms again.

“I don't want this night to end,” I admit on a released breath.

“Thankfuck,” he says, shutting his car door and spanning the distance between us, his mouth on mine in an instant.

CHAPTER 9

NASH

My hands tunnelin Reese’s hair as I claim her mouth, her declaration about not wanting the night to end snapping the tether I’d held myself on all night.

“Tell me to stop,” I say against her mouth even as we’re awkwardly climbing the stairs to her apartment, unable to stop touching each other.

She breaks our kiss only long enough to open her door. “Do you want to stop?”

I hate that she looks like she really doesn’t know. Like she doesn’t have a clue how I feel about her.

“No,” I say. “But I don’t want to push you?—”

“Get in here,” she cuts me off, gripping my shirt and hauling me inside. She closes the door behind her, and I have her back in my arms in seconds.

“Fuck, Reese,” I groan as she reaches up on her tiptoes, drawing me the rest of the way so she can kiss me.

It’s hot and wet and fucking electric. I havedreamsabout her kiss, her body, her laugh.

I glide my hands down her body, relishing the feel of her beneath my fingers before I lift her up. She locks her ankles around my back, never breaking our kiss.

I suck on her bottom lip, and she whimpers, that sound flooding my body with pure pleasure. Fuck me, I might just come from kissing her.

Pulling back enough to catch her gaze, I smile at her. “Bedroom or couch?” I ask, nodding to the couch in her living room a few feet away.

“Does it matter?” she asks, her lips swollen from my kiss.

I nod. “Couch is just foreplay,” I say. “I won’t fuck you there for our first time. I need a bed to do the things I’ve been fantasizing about?—”

“Bedroom!” she cuts me off so quickly I laugh.

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