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every single fucking time. I'd hoped to get used to it over the last month, not to react so obviously like the twat that I was, but no such luck. Her delicate hand in mine felt fucking perfect. A calming rightness settled through me, filling my chest with emotion and my cock with need. Yet still, I remained stoic, steadfast, not daring to break her trust, not risking pushing her over to the point of panic. If I were ever responsible for that, fuck knows what I would do. So instead, we held hands, walked to my car, which I'd taken to using rather than my wheels for this purpose alone, and I saw her safely situated in the passenger seat.
    As I headed to the driver side, I thought of Diesel's words, his roundabout way of giving me permission to form a relationship with Lena. The knowledge still screwed with my brain. I was so tempted, too fucking tempted, to steam ahead and make it happen, but I couldn't do that to her. My head was too consumed with what ifs while my heart was buried in guilt. So instead, I helped her and supported her the best I could, hoping like hell I didn't mess it up and lose myself in the process.
    I pulled out and drove to our local drive-through coffee house. I'd never paid attention to the place before, but soon discovered it was bloody perfect for Lena. She didn't need to get out of the car—though we were working up to that—yet she had the freedom of leaving the office and doing something everyday people did.
    It didn't take long before we arrived. Unbuckling her belt, Lena leaned over me to speak into the microphone to make her order. I held back my groan as I inhaled her scent: fresh peaches that smelled fucking delectable. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd spent the first week messing up her order on purpose, to give me the opportunity to have her all but sprawled over my lap. I was a sadistic bastard if that were the case, punishing myself by revelling in the closeness, but not allowing myself to touch.
    She made her order and then turned her head to look at me, her brows raised in question. I held my breath at her closeness. All I had to do was lean in a couple of inches, if that, and my lips could be pressed against hers.
    "Mace?" Her voice reminded me that she was waiting for my order.
    "Peaches." Fuck.
    She grinned at me, still in close proximity, her arm brushing against my chest and her other hand moving to my thigh for support. "Excuse me?"
    Thinking fast, I said, "Peach smoothie?" not intending for it to come out as a dumb-arse question.
    "Alrighty," she said with a laugh, turning her head away from me and leaning closer once more to the open window. The movement caused her hair to sway, releasing more of the peach scent that apparently left me incapable of thought.
    Before I could stop myself, I leaned forward, my nose touching her hair. It wasn't until her hand shifted a fraction, tightening on my thigh, that I realised what I'd done, or that Lena had noticed. I froze, not daring to move. In the past two minutes, I'd grown a fucking vagina. Sniffing her goddamn hair and enjoying the smell of peaches. Pussy-whipped, yet I'm not even getting any.
    Lena eased her head back, angling it to face me. I dared not move, hoping her hand wouldn't shift to feel my hardened cock, while wondering how the hell I would handle it if I saw panic on her face.
    When her face finally turned to mine, I gritted my teeth. The agony in my cock at her closeness was too much. Her sweet breath brushed against my lips. Unable to put it off any longer, I allowed my gaze to travel to her eyes. They were focused on my lips. Fuck. I gulped, my mouth dry. The action flicked her gaze from my mouth to my eyes.
    I remained still, silent as I tried to read the situation. She wasn't freaking out, closing in on herself, nor was she backing away in either embarrassment or amusement. Instead, she remained in front of me, eyes locked on my own. Waiting. Waiting? I had no fucking idea if that was right. I didn't trust my