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Once she finished, she sat up and grinned. Her lips were swollen, and she had a dazed, almost dreamy look in her eyes.“That was incredible.”

I grinned back, finally finding the strength to sit up. I stared up at the roof of my truck, feeling caught up in the aftermath of what we just did. We were both breathing hard. The world outside the truck was forgotten. I brushed the hair back from her cheek and kissed her forehead. “Yeah, it was.”

A bright smile broke out on her face. “I always liked making you feel good.”

I groaned against her mouth. “You went beyond that, baby. You wrecked me.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

HARLOW

Brooks pulled away from the curb. The inside of his truck was quiet, but there was so much noise in my head that I welcomed the silence.

I snuck a glance at him, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. His eyes were locked on the road, doing everything in his power not to look at me.

I leaned my head back against the seat. “You regret what happened, don’t you?”

He shifted his weight and draped his hand over the console like he didn’t know what to do with himself. “I’m pissed at myself for losing control. It feels like I took advantage of you.”

I couldn’t help but snort. “I’m the one who shoved my hand down your pants.”

He shook his head with a half-smile on his lips. “You definitely caught me off guard.”

My cheeks flushed. “I guess I got caught up in the moment.”

Brooks tilted his head, just enough to look into my eyes. “And now?”

I held his gaze, trying to show him there was no regret on my end. “Now, I’m wondering why I waited so long to make the first move.”

A low growl rumbled in his throat. “You keep saying stuff like that, and you’ll find yourself in my bed tonight instead of the guestroom.”

I shrugged. “Fine by me.”

I caught the twitch in his jaw as he stared at me from the corner of his eye. “You need to stop talking like that. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

My smile was smug as I stared down at the bulge in his pants. “Oh, I have a pretty good idea.”

“You’re dangerous.”

“So are you.”

That made him laugh.

By the time we pulled up to the house, I should have been exhausted, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. “Are we going to talk about what happened tonight?”

He turned to face me fully. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking?”

He swallowed and curled his fingers in his lap. “I’m torn, Harlow. I’ve spent the last five years being angry at you because you left. You didn’t choose me.” He exhaled sharply. “But as time went on, I wasn’t just mad at you. I was angry with myself. I let myself believe that our love was enough. That nothing could touch us.”

I blinked hard against the sting in my eyes. “I’m sorry I broke us.”

“I know. That’s what makes it worse.”

Silence stretched between us. I wasn’t expecting to have this conversation tonight, but I needed him to see that I wasn’t that same young, naive girl who left him. I needed to prove that I wasn’t running this time.

“Brooks, I don’t want to ignore what happened tonight and pretend that it didn’t mean anything.” He took slow, steadybreaths while staring straight ahead. I saw him slowly begin to rebuild the wall between us, but I wouldn’t let him shut me out again. “You don’t need to say anything. I only need you to know that I meant every word I said tonight. Every touch meant something to me. I know we are supposed to be pretending, but this feels very real to me.”

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