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A quick kiss that’s so fucking electric, I jolt back from it.
Marci’s eyes widen, and she glances away from me.
I press her into another hug and whisper in her ear.
“You’re pretty good at this. You should’ve been an actress.”
“This is the fanciest dollar store ring I’ve ever seen,” she murmurs, her words soft against my throat.
Fuck. Fuck, she is delicious.
Her smell, the way she feels, those soft lips. It’s fucking dangerous being this close to her, but there’s a thrill to it. How long can we get away with this? How long can I resist her physically? My resolve is already starting to crumble, and we haveruleswe agreed to.
Marci raises on tiptoe and brushes her lips to my cheek.
“Don’t worry, Taylor, I was a drama nerd in school. I’ve got you covered.”
Her soft voice, the touch of her skin against mine, sends a wave of desire straight to my cock.
She pulls back and gives me a bright, vicious smile. She’s enjoying her power over me, as I’ve always enjoyed my power over her. Marci’s getting her revenge for the jabs or jokes with touches thatdrive me wild.
And there’s nothing I can do about it. I hate it. And I am so totally fucked.
Fourteen
MARCI
By the timewe get back to the diner, it’s closed and locked up, courtesy of Rebecca. I unlock it, but Jesse puts out a hand to stop me from entering. He goes in ahead of me, scans the interior, and moves to the kitchen.
“Coast is clear,” he calls back.
I enter my diner on a tide of mixed emotions.
The ring fits perfectly on my finger, and it’s pretty, even though it’s fake. If I could’ve picked a ring, this is the type I would’ve gone for. Pear-cut rimmed with red stones. It’s fiery and cute, and fake!
Fake. It doesn’t matter. It’s not real.
I hate that I like it.
Why did I agree to do this again?
“I need to check upstairs.”
Jesse’s voice interrupts my frantic thoughts. He leans against the wall beside the doorway that leads to my apartment. He raps his knuckles against it. It’s locked.
“Fine.”
I lock the diner door and then walk past him. I’m keenly aware of his presence, his cologne, and the way my body reacts to him.
Jesse’s hot, that’s why he’s never struggled with women, but he’s still the enemy. I have to be careful around him. Maintain control. I remove my keys from my purse and miss the keyhole entirely.
“You good?” Jesse asks. “You need helpunlocking a door?”
“Fuck you.”
“We’ve already discussed this,” he says. “Your dreams. Wet and wild? Remember? I pinned you and won that wrestling match. You threw a temper tantrum.”
I remember afterward too. Him grasping my throat. How close I’d come to snapping and touching myself in a literal bathroom.
