Page 132 of Exposé

"Do you need help with your things? I have a few hours to kill before I need to repair the hot water heater in 4A."

"4A?" I shuddered as the shitbag teenager who lived there came to mind. "No, you better get to that as soon as possible, or their kid might egg your motorcycle."

Nate cocked a brow. "That seems a bit—"

"Don't discount this valuable information." I stood and walked around him, getting his swollen cock away from eye-level.

Don't let him distract you.

Stripping the robe, I walked into my closet as Nate sat on the bed, pulling his pants on.

After dressing in casual jeans and a t-shirt, I slipped on a pair of flats and fingered my hair into a high pony.

"So I'll see you later, then?" I stepped out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorway, attaching my watch to my wrist with one hand.

"Actually, probably not. I'm gonna be pretty busy for the next day or two."

My stomach leapt. "Oh."

He stood fully clothed and walked toward me, placing his hand on my hip. "But I'll see you after?" Nate pressed his lips to my forehead, and my chest constricted.

"Yeah. That's okay. I have more stuff to do here anyway."

His other hand grabbed my hip, and he pulled me close. "Promise me you'll be careful?"

Swallowing the sudden lump in my throat, I nodded. "I will."

Our lips pressed together, and my back touched the wall as he cupped my face, devouring me as though this was goodbye forever.

Liam's wrong about him.

He has to be.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, but he pulled away. "I'm going to get going before we tear off each other's clothes and not leave your apartment for another two days."

We laughed. "Somehow, you've convinced me that wouldn't be such a bad idea."

"If only." He placed one more gentle kiss on my lips and turned away. "I'll see you later."

"Bye." I gave a half wave and chewed on my lower lip as he exited my apartment.

Goddamn.

My eyes prickled as I stood where he left me, my mind a whirling pit of chaos and my heart abusing my rib cage.

He can't be what Liam says.

I refuse to believe that.

Dashing to the window, I cracked the blinds as he appeared on the sidewalk below, then turned right on the sidewalk towards my car, causing bile to hit my throat.

No.

My pulse picked up, a thundering beat against my eardrum.

Ten paces.

Five.

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