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We stand there for a heartbeat too long, the tension thick. Her hazel eyes flicker to mine, and there's heat there, undeniable. I want to lean in, taste the strawberry gloss I bet she's wearing, but I hold back.
But then she licks her lips, and I feel my cock start leaking in my pants.
Fuck me.
CHAPTER
FIVE
Sabrina
Holy hell, the way Bradly tossed that drunk college boy aside…
I'm left staring up at Bradley, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wants out.
It's not just relief flooding through me—it's pure, unadulterated desire.
His dark hair is tousled, those piercing blue eyes of his locked on mine, and damn if I don't want to drown in them.
"Thanks again," I murmur, my voice thick with more than gratitude. I'm all turned on, my pussy throbbing in a way that makes me press my thighs together. My cheeks flame with heat. God, I hope he doesn’t notice how affected I am by his intense, possessive display.
"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.
"Y-yeah," I stutter, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush rather than the woman I am.
To distract myself from the growing tension between my legs, I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear, a nervous gesture that betrays my inner turmoil.
"Let me make it up to you," I say, emboldened by the need to keep him close, to somehow show my appreciation. "Can I take you to dinner? To say thanks?"
His brows knit together, a crease forming between them, and he shakes his head. "No."
My heart plummets, a sinking stone in my chest. Rejection stings, surprising in its intensity.
But then he leans in, so close I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin. "I'll go to dinner with you," he corrects, and there's a new, softer edge to his gravelly tone. "But I'm taking you."
A rush of elation replaces the disappointment, and it takes everything in me not to throw my arms around him. The promise in his words, the certainty, it wraps around me like a warm embrace. I nod, speechless, caught in the gravity of this moment—of him.
"Okay," is all I manage to say, but it's enough.
Holy fucking moly, I’m going out with Bradley.
CHAPTER
SIX
Bradley
I'm still pinching myself under the table, sneaking looks at Sabrina across from me in this neon-lit diner booth. She's all soft smiles and sparkling hazel eyes, and I can't believe she's actually here with me.
Every time she laughs, something tight unwinds inside of me.
"Tell me about your family," I ask, leaning in, my voice gravelly but low. This isn't just chitchat. I'm hungry for every detail she's willing to give.
She tucks a strand of wavy brown hair behind her ear and dives into stories about her siblings' antics, her voice lively, hands painting pictures in the air.
Her enthusiasm is infectious, and I find myself laughing more than usual, soaking up her energy like it's the first warm sun after a long winter.
The clatter of plates and chatter around us fades as she talks. It's like we're the only two people in the world. I memorize the way her nose crinkles when she's amused, storing away bits of her like treasures.
