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Now, I was going to be a selfish asshole.

At least for the rest of the night.

I had her close enough to touch, but all I was going to do was look.

It was going to be torture, but it was enough.

For tonight.

Chapter

Five

ARLYS HUNT

I was dreaming.

A dream.

Not a nightmare.

When was the last time that happened?

I was warm.

Wrapped up in heat.

And when I drew in a breath, I smelled... him.

Warm skin.

Cotton shirt.

Stretching, the blanket around my legs loosened and drew one leg up, feeling denim against my skin.

Denim?

Wait.

I opened my eyes and instantly realized that I wasn't in my bed.

Then who-

I tensed, my shoulders tightening.

Shit.

Logan.

The party.

Coming face to face with... him.

I turned on my side, putting my back to Logan.

I need time to think.

Time to remember what happened last night.

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