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Something with two guys who feel like family and a girl who is sweet, beautiful, and real. She feels like someone I wouldn’t just want forever, but someone I need.

That means doing something I should have done long before now.

I press my keycard on the door. “Go home, Daniela, and forget my number. I stopped loving you so long ago, I can’t even remember how it felt.”

She’s speaking as the door slams shut behind me.

I don’t turn around, and I stop listening.

She’s in my past, and I’ve had enough of her dragging me back into it.

No more.

Chapter 25

Tobie

What are you doing?

I knock sharply on Reid’s door. That kiss changed things, and I have to do something about it, even if I’m wrong.

If I am wrong, then at least I’ve contained my humiliation to one person instead of a packed arena.

As the seconds tick down, my nerves ramp up, and I turn to leave when the door suddenly swings open.

Reid fills the doorway.

It’s late, for me at least, nearly ten forty-five, and he’s dressed—or barely dressed—for bed in a pair of low-slung boxers.

That’s it.

Just an obscene amount of tanned, muscled chest and a pair of navy briefs that aren’t doing nearly enough to conceal?—

“Tobie?”

I rip my eyes from his pants to the surprised smile on Reid’s face.

And I stare at him.

His smile fades. “What’s wrong? Did that jackass?—”

“I’m a good girl,” I blurt out, then wince, glancing down the hallway to make sure it’s still empty. It is. Clearing my throat, I lower my voice. “I, uh… I don’t do this.”

Reid cocks his head, confused. “Do what?”

I pull on the belt of my coat and hold the front open. “This.”

His eyes dip, and he gulps so hard I track his bobbing Adam’s apple.

The last ten minutes were some of the most intensely stressful in my life.

As I hurried across the quad, head down, I hugged myself to make double and triple sure that the belt on my coat wouldn’t come undone, and I wouldn’t get arrested for public indecency when I accidentally flashed someone.

The stress melts away as Reid’s fingers tighten around the edge of the door, and he seems utterly incapable of taking his eyes off me.

I swear my boobs are a half inch away from falling out of my pink demi bra that I paired with the matching lacy thong and thigh-high stockings.

He doesn’t seem to notice I’m wearing my pink Chucks because there was no way I was wearing high heels in case I broke my ankle and wound up in the ER in a trench coat and underwear.

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