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God, what the hell is wrong with me?

Chapter19

Reese

I blink as I stare at the closed bathroom door, feeling like I missed something.

What happened?

Something in Callie’s demeanor shifted as soon as we entered the hotel room, and I have no idea what caused it.

Shit, did I go too far at the movie theater? I thought she was genuinely enjoying it, and she seemed to love everything I did, the way she was squirming and riding my hand. The tiny noises she was making even as she tried to stifle her sounds had my dick rock hard, and she seemed greedy for more, coming so beautifully for me.

I told her to say her safe word if she wanted me to stop, but maybe it was too much. Maybe she’s regretting it.

Fuck. Is she going to break off our deal?

That thought surprisingly sends my heart plummeting. It’s not that I don’t think Callie and I could transition back to just being friends. It may be awkward at first, but I’m positive it could happen.

It’s more that I don’twantto transition back to just friends. Not yet.

Unsure what to do, I stride across the room and turn on the lamp beside the bed, then flick off the overhead light. A few minutes later, Callie flings open the bathroom door. Her face is free of makeup, her skin soft and dewy from whatever she used to wash her face. She’s changed into her pajamas, a pair of silky shorts and a camisole that shows off her generous curves.

My gaze drops downward for a second, my breath catching.

Did she pack those pajamas thinking of me? Thinking of the two of us in this room together?

Her eyes flash as she notices my gaze wandering, and my stomach tightens as she stalks across the room and deposits her overnight bag by the door again.

“Hey,” I say, loosening my tie as I watch her. “Is, uh, everything alright?”

Wrong question. Yup, very wrong question.

Callie whips around, her nostrils flaring. Then she stalks toward me in a beeline and jabs me in the chest with her index finger.

“No,” she hisses, her finger still pressed to my chest and her jaw set tight. “Everything isnotalright, Sutton.”

“What is it?” Worry twists in my stomach. “What’s wrong?”

She scoffs. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Yes.” I wrap my hand around her finger, fixing her with a serious look even as my heart pounds. “I would. Ineedto know what’s bothering you, Callie. When we started this whole thing, I told you I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, and I sure as hell meant it. So if I did something wrong, I need to know about it. I’ll do whatever I can to fix it. Just tell me what it is.Please.”

There’s a note of desperation in my voice, and for a moment, Callie’s features soften. The anger drains out of her expression as her face crumples, then she yanks her finger out of my hold and strides away from me, making a noise of frustration. She shoves her messy red curls back from her face as she whirls to face me again.

“No! You didn’t do anything wrong!” She blinks several times, and I’m horrified to see that there are tears glistening in her eyes.Oh fuck. “You did everythingright. That felt amazing, Reese. I’ve never had a guy do that to me before, and it was sexy and wild and… and perfect. You’re so fucking good at making me come, I don’t know how you do it. It’s like you know my body better than I do. It’s insane.”

I unknot my tie and pull it off, torn between feeling pride and concern as I gaze at her. “Okay. So then what’s the problem? What’s bothering you?”

“You want to know what’s bothering me?” Her lower lip quivers, and some of the anger returns to her expression as she curls her hands into fists at her sides. “What’s bothering me is that you haven’t been following through with your end of the deal at all. When are you gonna teach me something, huh?Youdon’t need the practice, trust me. But all you’ve done is make me come. Over and over. That’s it. Where’s the lesson in that? What are you teaching me, exactly? How am I supposed to get better at sex if all you're doing is taking care of me?”

My jaw drops open a little as her tirade comes to an end.

Oh my god. This woman, I swear.

In no world did I ever thinkthatwas what was bothering her.

I raise an eyebrow, holding her gaze as she stands across the room from me, her perfect chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

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