



“You. Me. One night,” he whispers as I turn to get out of the truck.
“Get over yourself,” I state firmly.
I’m surprised the words actually come out because they weren’t what I was thinking. Nope. Not even close.
I wanted to scream yes and start stripping right there, begging him to take me.
Whatever’s come over me today is startling. It hasn’t been that long since I’ve gotten laid. Hell, my longest stretch was eighteen months. A year is my average. I shouldn’t be this willing and ready, especially considering who I have my sights set on.
By the time night falls, I’m barely holding it together.
Evie’s been hinting at things, putting ideas in my head.
Micah’s been whispering dirty thoughts in my ear. Telling me exactly what he wants to do to me. Attempting to wear me down.
I’m holding strong but no amount of alcohol is going to dose the fire burning inside me. The only thing that will is the one thing I shouldn’t have.
Him.
And he knows it.
He’s been reading my body language all day.
Which is why I situated myself on the other side of Kendall when we sat down to watch the fireworks.
Which is also why he’s pissed off. Because he tried to get me to sit next to him and I denied him.
Which led to him storming off, Declan following, and I’m certain a whole host of other issues will follow.
As long as I stay strong and don’t give in to my growing desires, everything will be fine.
I can ignore this feeling for a few days. I’ll avoid him from sunup to sundown. And when the time comes to call it a night, I’ll just turn my back to him and pretend he’s not there. That I can’t smell his intoxicating cologne.
We’ll part ways on Sunday and life will go back to normal.
Work, study, repeat.
Just the way I like it. Complication free.
The thought makes me sad as I stare up at the lights exploding overhead.
