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Jem

I’M ON HER BEFORE she can change her mind. My hands come up the side of her face as I lean down and press my lips on hers.

She places her hands on my chest in a weak attempt to push me away. “Jem.”

I nip at her lips, and she sighs, her body shuddering against mine as she gives in. The feeling is electric, pulsing through my veins like a drug. Her plush lips on mine, parting ever so slightly as she allows me to suck on her sweet little tongue — it’s a feeling I adore. A feeling I can’t get enough of.

Fuck, she tastes like heaven. Like home.

She pulls away for air, and my teeth graze gently against her bottom lip. I move to her neck, and she closes her eyes as I plant soft kisses on the bare skin exposed there. She flushes, blood rising to the surface of her skin wherever I place my lips.

I missed this. I missed this so much.

Touching her, kissing her.

I was stupid. I was so stupid. This beautiful girl wanted me to share my pain with her and I pushed her away instead.

We barely had enough time together.

I know she wasn’t lying. She really does hate me for what I did.

But she loves me despite it.

And I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving why giving me another chance was the best decision she could have ever made.

She runs her hands through my hair, ruffling it further. “You grew out your hair.”

“Yeah,” I breathe.

My hands come up under her ass as I haul her body up into mine, and her arms settle around my shoulders as she tugs my hair back, clenching her jaw in anger. “I’m not anything to you now.”

A sound of disapproval rumbles from me. “You’re my girl.”

“No,” she says, “I’m not.”

I narrow my gaze on her.

She fixes me with a stubborn look as she looks down at me in my arms. “I went on a date with Kedar Williams.”

Jealousy eats at the ends of my vision, roaring through the blood pumping in my chest. I clamp down on my jaw. “And?”

“It was nice,” she says, taunting me.

I grit my teeth. “Yeah?”

She meets my gaze evenly. “Yeah.”

“Nice,” I growl, taking her mouth again, if only to stop her from speaking. I’m walking to my bedroom, and she isn’t making a move to get away from me.

I drop onto my bed, with her still on me. Her yellow sundress rides up her thighs, and my blood is running hot in my veins.

“So fucking nice,” I grit out.

Glaring at me, I can tell she’s still angry. Not just angry — she’s livid. Her breaths are short and quick. She leans forward, grinding her hips along the hard length of my cock through my jeans.

She tugs my shirt over my head, leaving me bare chested in front of her. Her pupils dilate as she takes in the sight. Those big brown eyes drag back to mine. And then she leans forward and kisses me. Hard.

She bites on my lip hard enough for a sting of pain. I groan in her mouth, lowering my lips to a spot on her neck, sucking hard enough for it to bruise. I lave my tongue of the spot, and her head tips back, the knot in her throat bobbing.