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Yeah, I totally fucking get it.

And here I was worried that he would be waiting on me.

Ha!

A loud buzz sounds, and the big metal door opens for only the third time since I’ve been here.

I sit up with high hopes.

Please be him. Please be him.

Stretching my neck to get a glimpse behind the rounded area where the lady cop is, I see russet hair and eyes I could melt in.

I grab my purse, stuffing my trash in it before standing. Bryce is in all black with his blazer in his hand.

“Hey, girl,” he says with a crooked smirk, his eyes skipping down my body.

I sigh, so fucking relieved I could cry.

“Hey,” I respond.

He drapes his arm over my shoulder, not stopping, obviously ready to get out of here, too. “Let’s go.” He kisses the side of my head as we walk toward the doors.

The warm summer breeze brushes over my skin, feeling lighter than it did when I first walked in this place.

A feeling of wholeness consumes me as I wrap my arm around Bryce’s lower back, slightly turning my face into his arm, breathing him in. Fresh forest spice.

All man.

All Bryce Grant.

All fucking mine.

Chapter Ten

Bryce

Her touch. Her smell. The feel of her next to me even as we walk to her car. It’s indescribable.

I’ve only been days without her, but I feel as though it’s been years. I don’t let go of her hand as she drives us back to my apartment. Leaning back in the seat, I run my thumb over the softest palm. They’re that way because she uses this buttercream shit every night after her shower. And I know this because she’s my girl. I pay attention to everything about her constantly, effortlessly, and she has no clue.

Her hair feathers against skin I want to kiss and lick. The air conditioner blows over her face but does nothing to cool me down. She darts her eyes over to me, giving my hand a small squeeze as she flips on her blinker and turns.

“You all right?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I reply, my voice lazy, lust-filled and jagged-raspy.

Her head turns in my direction, and she smirks.

Holy shit.

That smirk could bring any man to his knees.

She knows how much I want her. She’s cool about it, though. That’s the thing I love about K. She’s laid-back. Sexy as hell and has no idea. I mean, look at that fucking skirt and heels. She’d normally choose jeans and Converse, but she dressed up for me.

I exhale.

Damn, I’ve got it bad.

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