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that shit happen.”
    “I never asked you to protect me, Dylan. I don’t need you scaring off any guy that shows interest in me.” He was playing that damn protective brother card again. I was so sick of being placed in the “little sister” category. “I don’t need you interfering in my life. If I want to date some random guy you don’t approve of, that is my business. If I want to go to some party and hook up with someone I just met, that too is my business. You don’t see me cock blocking you every time you pick up your newest skank.”
    I turned around and reached for the door handle just as Dylan stepped up behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. His body pressed close to mine. “Don’t leave mad,” he whispered next to my ear, and goosebumps rose on my neck.
    “I’m not mad,” I replied with a shaky voice. I was angry and aroused by his closeness at the same time. His hand was spread out over my lower stomach, and his breath fanned out over my neck and shoulder. It was causing my mind to race and making it hard to remember why I was mad at him.
    “You are mad, and I don’t like when you’re mad at me, Twig,” he said in a low tone.
    “Don’t call me that,” I said defiantly.
    There was a long pause, and I looked back over my shoulder, wondering why he was so quiet. His face was only inches from mine, and my heart began to race. There was a look of longing in his eyes I had never seen before. “You’re right,” he whispered as he leaned back to scan my body. I felt as if the temperature in the room was rising. “You’re not a twig.” The tip of his nose brushed along the side of my neck and chills ran through me.
    “Dylan?” I said as I leaned back against his body. I could feel him through my jeans, pressing firmly against my hip. Excitement coursed through my veins as I shifted enough to rub against his hardness.
    A groan escaped him as he said my name. His hand tightened on my stomach as he pressed himself tighter against my body.
    I had no idea what was happening, but I had no desire to stop it.
    With our lips only inches apart, I silently pleaded for him to kiss me. I just wanted to feel his lips against mine. But a loud knock on his door separated us, shaking us out of our lust-filled state.
    “We’re gonna be late, Payton,” Casey said as she barged into to the room. Dylan now sat on the end of his bed, his hands clenching into fists as he looked down at his feet. “What the hell is going on?” she asked.
    Before Dylan could say anything, I stepped forward and grabbed Casey’s elbow. “Nothing. Dylan was just letting me hide out in here after Guy started laying out his cheesy pickup lines. Come on, let’s go.”
    She looked like she still had questions, but I gave her no time to think them through. I dragged her from the room and took one last opportunity to look back over my shoulder at Dylan. He was still looking down, and it only made what just happened harder to analyze. Maybe he regretted getting that close.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    Dylan
     
    What the hell was I thinking? It was Payton, for Christ’s sake. The thoughts rolling through my mind as her body pressed tightly against my own should not be things I think about her.
    Casey would kill me and hang my balls from the tree in the front yard if she caught wind of the images in my mind.
    More than that, Payton did not need me lusting after her, not from someone she trusted. But the moment I stepped up behind her and the sweet aroma of her perfume filled my nose, I lost all sense of control. She fit perfectly against me, and that ass of hers was delectable. Fuck, I was rubbing up on her before I knew what hit me, and she accepted it. She even reciprocated and used her hip to stroke me through my sweats.
    I was only seconds away from spinning her around and pushing her up against the door when Casey knocked on the door and broke the trance I was in.
    Now I couldn’t get