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“I was thinking about taking the long way home. If that’s okay with you?”

My heart flutters when I see the excitement on his face. “Yeah. I think that sounds real good, Dean.”

“Oh god,” I say, my legs suddenly feeling like jelly. When he said we’d take the long way home, I didn’t realize how much of a workout it was for my thighs clenching around him as he tore down the road.

I mean, it was fucking hot, and I had a semi the entire time, but now I need a massage and a hot bath. I don’t think I could ever ride a horse. I wasn’t made to be a cowboy.

“You sore?” Dean asks, a chuckle escaping him.

“I fucking am. I was afraid I’d fly off if I didn’t hold on tight enough when you tore down the freeway. You couldn’t take me for a nice leisurely first ride? Break me in slowly?”

“I never ride slow.” The way his voice lowers makes it sound filthier than he probably meant it.

I would so let him fuck me rough and fast. Isowould.

“Well, I’m going to go shower,” I say because I need a cold one and maybe a quick handy.

“Why do you need a shower?”

I arch an eyebrow at Dean. “I smell like the outdoors. Like wind.”

Dean’s lips twitch as he takes a step toward me, and I nearly faint at how close he is.

He lowers his face to the hair near my temple and inhales deeply, and I bite my lip to keep a moan inside. Oh, this is bad, bad,bad.He just opened up about his dead wife and here I am, fantasizing again.

I really need to get my shit together. I need to behave with decorum. Although, with the way I was raised, that may be easier said than done.

“You smell like Avery,” he murmurs, and my eyes flutter closed. How the hell does he know what I smell like?

He should not be saying these romantic things to me.

I already have the wedding dress picked out, and now I’m writing our wedding vows.

He steps away and suddenly, I can breathe again. My god, this man is walking sexual tension. He emits it like a pheromone. It’s his superpower. He could take down several cities just by existing.

“Fine. Go shower and then let’s watch a movie. What do you like?”

“Are you sure? Don’t you want some time alone?”

He pauses and then rubs at his jaw. “Am I coming on too strong?You are welcome to just go to your room and hide out. Or I could give you some space. I’m sure you have friends and things to do…”

Oh god, that’s not it at all.

Iwantto spend time with him. I may cling and never let go if he keeps this up.

“Um, no. I don’t want to hide away. And I don’t have any friends really. I just didn’t want to overstep.”

“I’m the one inviting you to watch a movie, Avery.”

I sigh and nod. “Of course. Just being cautious, is all.”

Dean takes a step toward me but stops before he gets too close.

“Listen, I know your other roommates were shits, but I’m a straight shooter. I’ll tell you if I need space. I won’t lie to you.”

“Yeah, okay. Well, then, how about we watch one of those true-crime dramas?” I suggest, a little too giddy over the prospect. Nothing makes me twist and turn in bed like wondering if the Night Stalker is outside my window trying to get in.

Maybe if I get really scared, I can sneak into Dean’s bed and convince him to hold me and chase those monsters away. One can only hope.

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