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Every working brain cell I had screamed at me it was a bad idea. I thought I was signing up for one night of scorching hot sex. I wasn’t cut out for casual. But when I tried to have a real committed relationship with Nick I lost six months without even being in love. Maybe Tyler was right and I needed to try something new.

“I feel like I should be offended,” I said.

“Are you?”

“No,” I admitted. He erased the last few inches of space between us.

“Don’t overthink something, that is just supposed to be fun.”

“What if Clem finds out?”

“She won’t,” he murmured, his lips touching mine. “Just say yes and let me do the rest, okay?”

“It will end bad.” I shook my head but lifted my head up to kiss him.

“That sounded like a yes to me,” he slid his tongue between my lips, then pulled back, waiting for my confirmation. Perhaps I should have said no, but strangely, I didn’t want to do that.

“Your place?” I asked and he grinned at me with a wicked glee in his eyes.

“My place.” He ran a hand through my loose hair and kissed me again.

This time it was a wild kiss. A bruising one even.

Of all the kisses we had ever shared, that could be one to ruin me completely.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Tyler

Iopenedthedoorof my apartment and let Hannah go in first. The place probably looked like a dump to a girl whose living room had every color of the rainbow and had zero free shelf space. At least that was the case five years ago.

“Do you still live in that apartment?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said looking around my living room. “Dad bought it when I moved here. He didn’t want me to live in dorms.”

“Why?”

“He thought it would be safer.”

“Daddy’s little princess.”

She didn’t answer. I watched her move her gaze from wall to wall. They were all empty. Then she focused on the only chair I kept next to my small round dining table. She shot me a glare. I suppressed a smile, knowing what she was thinking.

“Is this…,” she waved her hand in the air, ignoring my comment about her relationship with her father. “How long have you been living here?”

I blew out a breath trying to come up with the right number, her presence distracting me.

“About three years.”

“It looks like you just moved in.”

I shrugged. “I don’t do much in here, other than sleep.”

That wasn’t a lie, but the real reason I never allowed myself to do any improvements around here, was because couldn’t bear the guilt of spending the money to indulge myself when I could give them to Chloe.

“What about your friends?”

“I work at a bar,” I laughed as if it was obvious they would prefer to go there. The truth was I had stopped going out with friends the way I used to. The night Chloe gave birth to Liam I promised myself they would always come first. I allowed myself two pleasures in life. Fucking and fighting.

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