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Just really intenselike. And chemistry. We had amazing chemistry. Like our bodies were put together specifically for one another. It went right down to our DNA.

Austin’s hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips. “What are you thinking about?” he murmured against my ear.

“Nothing.”

“Liar. You’re thinking very hard. I can tell.”

“How can you tell?”

“You get this little crease.”

“Between my eyebrows. I know.” I turned in his arms. “Maybe I’m just thinking about you.”

“Yeah?” His eyes darkened. “What about me?”

“About how you look really good wet.”

He laughed. “That’s it? Just that I look good?”

He kissed my neck.

“Really good.”

Kiss.

“Really fun.” My body ached with need.

Kiss.

“Stop thinking,” he whispered. “Just feel.”

So I did.

I let myself feel his hands on my body. They slid up my back. Hot water sluiced between us as he walked me backward until my shoulder blades hit cool tile. The contrast made me gasp, but Austin swallowed the sound.

It wasn’t the same kiss from the ballroom. This one was messy, greedy, morning-stubble rough. I clutched him tighter, half-afraid I would slip and fall and take him down with me. Although that might not be the worst thing in the world.

He groaned my name and tilted my head so he could deepen the kiss. I could feel the erection pushed against my belly. I could get used to mornings like this.

He kissed me until I was dizzy. Or maybe it was the heat in the shower. A second later, he pulled me out of the shower and directly to the bed. There was a box of condoms on the bed. I didn’t know where they had come from, but it was Austin. He could get anything he wanted.

Including me.

CHAPTER 35

AUSTIN

Ifastened the last button of my ruined tuxedo shirt, The fabric was still damp. I caught sight of us in the mirror by the suite door. We looked like we’d taken a detour through a tropical storm, but Melody’s grin was brighter than any chandelier in the lobby below.

I held the door open. “Ready?”

She exhaled and took another look in the mirror. The dress was definitely ruined but it was clothing. We just had to walk through the lobby and into the car.

“Absolutely not, but let’s do it anyway.”

We stepped into the hallway already laughing.

Elevator doors opened to the marble expanse of the lobby and every conversation hiccupped. People did double-takes. I didn’t know if it was because of who I was or the way we looked. We were the picture of the walk of shame. The dreaded morning after. Except there was nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. I threaded my fingers through Melody’s, pulled her close, and winked at the world.