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“Me too. Thank you so much again. That was so thoughtful of you. I can repay—”

“Absolutely not,” I interrupt. It wasn’t necessary, and it threatened to have this keepsake remind her of me when she saw it.

From there, her green eyes just look up at me. But when a tear rolls down her cheek, I don’t think twice before grabbing her face and wiping it away with my thumb.

The nearness of her is chilling and embracing her feels like second nature to me.

“Jack…”

Without thinking twice about it, I bend down and place a kiss on her lips. She seems resistant at first, but then she parts hers and lets my tongue explore her mouth.

She then carefully places my fragile gift down before wrapping her arms around my shoulders—her fingers digging into my skin.

Now this is heaven,I think.

We continue until I realize that her fingers are at the waistband of my pants.

As much as it absolutely kills me, and I know it’s a hypocritical move since I started all of this, I take her delicate hands in mine and kiss the knuckles of each one.

“What’s wrong?”

“We—we can’t do this. I’m sorry. I hope you enjoy your gift.”

I just leave her standing there as I go back to my seat. And then once there, I shield my face from seeing her walk out. I feel like the biggest asshole in the world.

I can’t control myself around her, and I can’t stop thinking about her.But you can’t have her, either. You just can’t.

Chapter 19

Culture Shock – Kayla

That may have been the most confusing few minutes of my life.

First, he gave me an incredibly thoughtful gift, then he caressed and kissed me, and before I knew it, the sweet moment ended, and he just walked away after things started getting a little hot and heavy between us.

As I process everything that just happened, I can still feel the delicious stinging his beard left behind on my face.

I look in the window and see that it’s a little red.

People will have questions,I resolve. So, I just stand there while I wait for it to go away.

But the feeling of his tongue dancing around with mine is also fresh, and the memory of it makes a warm feeling spread between my legs.

Jesus.Jack Shelley has to be one of the most complicated men I’ve ever met.But I still want him so bad.

My head feels like it’s spinning.

He didn’t respond to my letter, but he pulled this stunt—what kind of message am I supposed to be interpreting here?

Before long, Callie swishes the curtains over. “Kay? What the hell are you doing back here.”

I put my finger over my mouth and pull her in before closing the fabric barriers again.

“What’s going on?”

I hold up the bowl.

“What? But you didn’t—”

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