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Each flick, each breath, each touch burned away the guilt until nothing remained.
The doors opened onto the fourteenth floor.
Dylan pulled away and stepped out. “Goodnight, Brax.”
As I watched her walk away in those tight leather pants, I immediately regretted my decision to do the right thing.
Fuck, I was an idiot.
Seventeen
DYLAN
Opening the door to my room, I immediately went into the bathroom and ran a shower.
The night had been incredible—I’d died and come back to life more times than I could count, undone by his touch, his lips, his everything.
I connected my phone to the bluetooth speaker and hit shuffle on my "Sex, Love and Heartbreak" playlist. The first song was Kina Grannis's cover ofCreep—a version I’d always preferred over Radiohead's original.
Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over me, scorching and cleansing, washing away thesweat and the tension I felt. I wished it was that easy to wash the guilt away.
My skin prickled under the heat, a reminder of Brax's hands, his mouth and the way he touched me.
That kiss—it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a declaration, a wildfire. The kind of kiss that leaves an imprint on your soul.
And it might have been the best of my life.
I leaned my forehead against the cool tile, water streaming over me, trying to steady my thoughts.
But his voice, his scent, the way he looked at me—it was all still there. And now I had an itch that needed scratching.
Why did Steven have to ruin the mood?
I was furious at Steven. The audacity of that motherfucker.
But the way Brax stepped in without hesitation, and defended me? God, it was hot.
Not that I needed defending—I could’ve handled Steven just fine. I’ve dealt with him before, and I know how to shut him down.
But still, seeing Brax take charge, his protectiveness radiating like a bodyguard, sent a thrill through me. It wasn’t just what he did; it was the way he did it, with that quiet dominance.
Sexy didn’t even begin to cover it.
Still, it didn't change the fact that I'd crossed a line.
I was a cheater. But, this was different from the rest, wasn't it?
An oily, uneasy feeling twisted in my stomach every time I thought about the consequences of getting caught.
The fallout could be catastrophic—for him, for me, for everything. We’d have to tread carefully these next few days. There was too much at stake to be reckless. This had to remain our little secret.
Was I becoming everything I hated? A liar, a cheater, a home-wrecker? A mini version of my Father?
I couldn't deny it though, the thought of having something that was just mine and Brax's thrilled me. The danger only made it more intoxicating. Because being with him—feeling his hands on me, his lips on mine… it was all worth it.
I stepped out of the shower, steam swirling around me, my skin still tingling from the heat. After dying off, I still felt restless and unsatisfied.
But I had an idea.
