Page 10 of Exes and Oh Hell No

So not fair.

“Ford.” His name escapes my lips on a breath, betraying me. “W-What are you doing here?”

Damn it. Why is my voice shaking?

Be calm.

Calm, cool, and collected.

His gaze drags over me, slow and deliberate.

Every inch of me ignites in response as he takes his time lingering on my curves before his eyes lock with mine.

“I’m visiting Gram.” His deep, raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine.

I nod, struggling to form a coherent thought as I take in the way his jeans hug his muscular thighs.

Why does he still have to be so freaking hot?

Ford takes a step closer, his intense gaze pinning me in place.

My pulse kicks into a sprint.

My brain scrambles for something—anything—to say, but suddenly, my body decides to betray me in a different way.

I swallow hard.

It’s fine.

He’s just someone you used to know.

Just give the guy a friendly hug and pretend he doesn’t mean anything to you.

I shift to step down from the barstool… and immediately, my heel gets caught.

Oh, shit.

The next thing I know, I’m falling, my knees hitting the sticky bar floor, right at Ford’s feet.

I don’t even have time to process my humiliation before my hands instinctively reach out for balance.

And land directly on his dick.

I freeze.

Oh. My. God.

Move your hand, Harper.

Move your freaking hand.

But I don’t.

I just sit there, kneeling before my ex like some tragic offering to the gods of mortification.

Slowly, my gaze drags up his body, meeting his shocked, slightly amused, slightly pained expression.

“Good to see you again,” Ford says, his voice rough as he reaches down to pry my death grip off his crotch.

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