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But I don't care.

"Yeah. Just overwhelmed. With school tomorrow. And, well... something else. But I... I don't like to talk about it." She leans closer. "I've never told anyone, not anyone who counts."

"You can tell me anything." Fuck, I want to break that lock around her heart. I want to drink her in. I want to be her salve. The stars in her sky.

"I know. But this... it would change the way you look at me."

"Impossible."

"No. It would. I... I couldn't take losing this, Brendon. You're the only person besides Em I trust. And you're more... well, you're easier to talk to. You're just..." She looks up at me. Her eyes fill with affection. Her fingers skim my stomach. The edge of my jeans.

Fuck, I want that hand around me.

I want those lips on mine.

I want to bury myself in her.

To fuck her like I've never fucked before.

It takes everything I have to pull back.

Desire is coursing through my veins. My heart is pounding. My cock is screaming for attention.

I slide off the bed. "You trust me?"

"Why?"

"You want to feel better about school?"

She nods.

"You trust me, yes or no?"

She stares back into my eyes. "Yes."

"Then get dressed."

Chapter Twenty-Two

BRENDON

Twenty minutes later, I'm parking my sedan on a Brentwood street and Kaylee is clutching at my forearm.

She forces her words out. "Are we really doing this?"

I nod as I pull the door open. "Call it a trial run."

She steps onto the street. Nods to theNo Parking 10 PM to 6 AM signposted in front of my car. "You're going to get a ticket."

"At three a.m.?"

"Yeah." She digs her cell—the one with theHunger Gamesphone case—from her purse and stares at the screen. "It's really three a.m."

I nod.

"Why did you get home so late?"

"Walker and Dean."

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