Page 20 of Summer Heat

My body is screaming at me, and my heart is beating so loudly in my chest that I can’t even fucking hear myself thinking when I break the kiss.

I take one last look at her, knowing this can never happen again. “Good night. Go to your room, Greer.” I say it gruffly, lowering my gaze and feeling like a coward. I know that if I look into her eyes, I’ll really do something stupid.

The small smile on her face makes me feel even worse as I root my feet to the ground, fighting the urge to follow her and kiss her again. “Good night, Brady.”

She walks into the building, turning to look at me right before she closes the door behind her.

I stand there for a long time, telling myself that I did the right thing. That I have to stop thinking with my cock. That this is why we’re in trouble.

I walk away only when I really convince myself that I did the right thing.

Luck is on my side, and I don’t see that douche anywhere, or I’d probably get arrested.

When I get to the cottage I share with Matt, there’s no sign of my friend. He’s probably staying with Drew to make sure he doesn’t choke on his own vomit and that he’s up in time for breakfast tomorrow.

I’m glad neither of them is here, because right now, I think they’d see what I did on my face.

I sink onto the couch with a beer in my hand, but I don’t put my lips to the bottle. I can still feel them burning with her kiss.

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