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Bracing myself, I wait for her reaction.

Once Kylie finally relaxes, she straightens up and peers over her shoulder, seeing the mess I made and giggles. “You’re paying for my clothes to be dry cleaned. That’s quite the money shot.” I kiss her swollen lips. I thought for sure she’d be mad. She pulls away, takes off her thong, and saunters down the hallway to my bedroom, removing her shirt along the way and calling out, “Let’s go, big boy. I know you’re good for more than one round.”

How did I ever get so lucky to have this siren falling in love with me?

I’m falling in love with her too.

No, that’s not right.

I’vefallenin love with her.

I don’t feel the panic I thought would accompany that admission. Kylie hasn’t talked about love again since the first time she said she was falling in love with me. Not because she doesn’t feel it—at least I don’t think so—but because she worries about how it will make me feel.

But will she still love me when she finds out about Beth? Will she think I was lying to her?I want to tell her, but with each day that passes, it gets harder, and the longer I wait, the more chance there is that she won’t understand.

That scares the shit out of me.

I’ve fallen too hard for her now. I can’t risk her walking away.

ChapterTwenty-One

Kylie

Leaving Leo to sleep, I head upstairs to see how Sierra is doing. We heard them come home last night and listened to them as they continued to party at the house, but we stayed in his room. After all, he had a headache, one I didn’t believe he had for a single second, not after the way he took me when we got through the door and afterward in his room. I’m sure he just wanted to go home and have sex.What other reason would he have to fake a headache?

At one point last night, I went out to check on Sierra. She’d had more than enough alcohol and was ready to pass out, so I convinced her to go to bed and helped her to the guest room.

When I get to the door, Sierra is sleeping peacefully, and I feel better knowing she’s okay. As I head out, I spot Nash coming out of Sophie’s room. When he sees me, he stops in his tracks.

Surprised, he rushes over to me. “It’s not what you think,” he says, obviously panicked.

Isn’t that what everyone says when they are caught doing something they don’t want anyone to find out about?

“So why were you coming out of Sophie’s room?”

“Sophie wouldn’t want anyone to know. Please don’t say anything,” he pleads. “For Sophie’s sake.”

Would this really bother Leo?I never did discuss it with him because Sophie convinced me Nash wasn’t an option. Surely, if Leo knows, he would be happy that Sophie is with him, even if they don’t believe so.

“You’ll have to tell Leo. You shouldn’t keep this from him.”

“I will. Just give me a little time,” he begs.

It should come from Nash, so I say, “Please, just promise me you will. I don’t want to keep anything from Leo.”

“I promise,” he assures me, lessening my guilt.

When we hear the front door open, we creep to the top of the steps as Amber enters. She was in the kitchen last night, so why is she coming into the house in the same clothes she was wearing last night?Did she leave?

Looking up, she spots us on the top of the stairs. From the way she’s staring, she wasn’t expecting anyone up this early and thought she could sneak into the house unnoticed.

What is it with people sneaking around this morning?

“I thought you went to bed last night?” Nash asks, confused.

“I, um…” she hesitates, “… went to meet somebody. Yeah, I met him last night. I gave him my number, and he called and wanted to meet up.”

I didn’t peg her for a random hookup type of girl. But again, I can’t say I know her all that well. She’s always quiet around me. I thought she was shy, but maybe not if she’s hooking up after barely meeting a guy.

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