Page 20 of Resisting the Running Back

He smells good.

When he looks at me, he makes me feel like I’m the only person in the room.

If my love language is acts of service, he delivers on that front.

We have a history together that gives us so much to reminisce over.

Oh…right. That last one.

Our history. It means so much to me, and the thought of losing that because I’m having weird feelings I’ve never felt before is so overwhelming that tears actually pinch behind my eyes.

It has to be the margaritas. It’s definitely the tequila fucking with my emotions. Between that and the breakup and losing my job…it’s definitely been an intense twenty-four hours.

I draw in a breath, and we slide into the Uber that stops in front of us. I keep my gaze turned out the window.

“So we’re really doing this, huh?” he whispers as we make our way back to his place.

I turn back toward him with my brows pinched together in a silent question.

“The engagement,” he clarifies.

Oh, right.

I offer a half-hearted smile. “I don’t want to mess up your life, Millby.”

He reaches over and grabs my hand. “You’re not, Summers.”

I blow out a breath. “I am, though.” I glance up at the driver, and I lower my voice to make sure he can’t hear us. “Those two girls back there, they would’ve gone home with you. But they saw you there with your fiancée, and they backed off.”

He squeezes my hand. “I’d rather go home with you any day of the week.”

My eyes find his, and Isweara heated moment passes between us.

It has to be my imagination. He’d rather go home with an old friend than some random stranger, and I can’t really begrudge him that.

I flip my hand over and link my fingers through his. “You’re a good friend.”

He blinks, and the heat from his gaze seems to dissipate. He glances away from me and out the front of the car. “You are, too, Soph.”

Whatever intense moment that coursed between us seems to have passed. I turn my gaze back out the window, too, sure I’m making a huge mistake by letting the world think we’re engaged but, at the same time, incredibly grateful for the man by my side.

My fiancé.

CHAPTER 10: Miller Banks

Staring at My Abs

She went up to bed right after we arrived back home, and now her voice is in my head as I readMarried to the Enemyfor the third time. The story is great, but it’s the sex scenes I’m flipping to, mostly so I can read one-handed and fist my cock in the other while I read the words that she wrote and hope for some insight into how she has sex.

On the one hand…I don’t want to know.

On the other hand…it’s all I want to know.

It’s so conflicting, and I know this is fiction. Just because she wrote it doesn’t mean she’s tried it, and the enemies-to-lovers heat in this one is off the charts as these two finally give in to the strong feelings they’re having only to have the hottest hate sex I’ve ever read in a book.

To be fair, I haven’t read a ton of romance novels. I tend to read playbooks and nonfiction books about athletes and healthy lifestyles, but I do enjoy the occasional guilty pleasure of a Summer Love book.

And in this book, during the hate sex scene, he slips his cock into her ass, and fuck, is that scene hot.

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