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“He’s made that very clear,” I confirm. “But I’ve never had a one-night stand. I’m completely out of my element.” I take a swig of rum and follow it with the mix.

“There’s a first time for everything, and word on the street is he’s good in bed and has an enormous cock,” she adds.

“OMG, Lennon, I just can’t.” I start laughing so hard I’m holding my stomach. “I’m not some puck bunny who talks penis size.”

“No, but you’re a girl who needs a good orgasm,” she reminds.

I groan. “You guys aren’t going to let me live this down. This is so unfair.”

“All is fair in love and war. Is that the saying?” Lennon asks, but she looks confused.

“You’re confusing me.” I laugh.

We continue to drink until the last drop of rum. By the time we need to stand, we are both more than tipsy.

“Shit, I drank too much,” I admit.

“Nah, we’ll go dance it off at the club. Should we throw away the rest of the mix?” she asks.

“Yeah, they obviously won’t let us bring outside drinks into the club.”

We walk into the club with our arms linked.

There’s an addictive beat of music that makes me want to move my body.

Everyone is dancing in one big group, so we join. But when the next song starts, Ivy and Simon break away. Taylor and Hawk also start to dance together. The music has a reggae feel and I find myself swaying my hips. Lynsey and Levi also move away as he wraps a hand around her waist. I watch my friends dancing and it seems so sensual. With the alcohol running through my veins, my body feels lose and pliant.

“You want to dance?” Aaron asks.

“No,” I reply.

“I don’t bite, Briar.” He grins like the Cheshire cat.

“I’m aware of that.” Damn, he looks good in a white linen button-down. The first few buttons are open, revealing his strong chest. He’s wearing jeans and he just looks so damn good.

He extends his hand. “Come on, it’s easy.”

“I know how to dance, Aaron,” I snap. “I’m a gymnast but I’ve taken dance classes.”

“Oh yeah, tell me more.” His green eyes glow in the dark light with colorful flashing laser beams shooting off the surfaces.

My walls are crumbling from his advances.It’s only a dance.

CHAPTERSIX

Aaron

My head has been spinning all day. Who knew that watching a sunrise with a pretty girl would have my head in such a mess? Maybe it’s life that’s messy and I’m just a product of that mess. I don’t even know what I’m saying. All I know is Briar is wearing a pretty floral dress. It hits her mid-thigh and gives her a little cleavage in the front. It isn’t the usual kind of dress that girls wear to a club but it’s pretty and refreshing, just like she is. Damn, I have it bad. I shouldn’t have convinced her to dance with me because I’ve had one too many shots. This morning when we watched the sunrise, I was feeling sorry for myself. I spoke to my parents the night before and they both sounded happy. They’re having fun touring Italy, but it was their happiness that got to me. What is Dad going to do when she’s gone? What am I going to do? I can’t think past the thought because Briar places a hand on my shoulder, and she begins to sway her hips. I can tell she’s tipsy too. Something about her touch soothes me. Having her body rub against mine lights me on fire and makes me forget all my problems.

A slow smile curves my lips as we move in rhythm. I press my leg between her thighs, bringing us closer. I also bend my knees because there is a serious height difference between us. My lips graze her neck, goosebumps pebble her skin. She can deny it all she wants, but she’s reacting to me too. There is something about being this close and touching her that has me unhinged.

“I knew we would have chemistry,” I whisper against her ear.

I’m turned on AF and my husky voice gives me away.

“It doesn’t make sense,” she replies. That small answer feels like victory.

“Not everything in life does,” I counter. I don’t usually pursue girls. They come to me. Being on the hockey team means I have access to a lot of interested girls and it was enough. Until I set my sights on Briar. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but I’ve rejected every girl who’s come on to me. I seem to have a one-track mind.

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