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"I'll do it. I agree to your terms."
I didn't let go of her face.
"No strings attached."
She didn't answer. Her eyes widened.
For a beat, I couldn't read her, and then her hands came up fast and closed around my wrists where my hands were on her face.
She kissed me back.
Her mouth opened under mine. Her fingers pressed into my wrists. I dropped one of my hands from her face to the back of her neck and pulled her closer. She let me. Her tongue was on my bottom lip, my hand was in her hair, the brick wall was four feet away, and my breath went deeper.
I broke for air. "Your place or mine?"
She let out a single short breath — half a laugh. "Neither."
I lifted my forehead off hers.
She shook her head. "Bonnie. I have to go home to her. I can't — " She breathed in. " — tonight."
I nodded.
"Tomorrow?" Her voice came up at the end, softer than the voice she had been using on me.
"Yeah."
I kissed her lips, slower. I kissed her forehead. I kissed her neck. I pulled her against me and put my chin on the top of her head and held her there.
I lowered my mouth to her hair.
"I'll be seeing you."
12.Sabrina
I stood in the doorway outside Beau's apartment, trying to convince myself to go in. I wrung my fingers. There were angry butterflies in my stomach, threatening to fly up my throat and swarm the hallway.
Oh, goodness. I was Sabrina Vela. I didn't show up early to a man's apartment and then stand outside his door, working myself up to knock.
Why was this so hard?It was just sex. Yes, I liked the man. He was kind, genuine, gentle, and attentive. He had one flaw. We weren't meant for each other, but I knew we were going to be good with our bodies. I knew it. I could tell.
That was why I chose this dress. It was a knee-length, deep red, soft jersey that hugged from rib to hip. The neckline was modest when I kept my shoulders square and embarrassing when I leaned forward. I chose heels I'd pulled out of the bottom of my closet and dusted off with a paper towel.
And because I knew it'd come down anyway, I didn't bother putting my hair up. It was odd to feel it past my shoulders, but it would do.
Pull it together, Sabrina.
I needed this. Needed this to take my mind off the grief.
I knocked.
The door opened before my knuckles came off the wood.
He was already there. His hand caught my elbow. He pulled me through the doorway. The door closed behind me with my back against it because his other hand came up to my hair and his mouth came down to mine. He was kissing me before either of us could even say hello.
His hand went to the back of my neck. His other hand was at my waist. His mouth pressed on mine and held. He wasn't asking. My hands were against his chest now. They were at my sides, and now they were against his chest.
He pulled back.
