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to mean?”
    “You know what it means, you man whore.” She smiles cheekily, and it makes me want to grab her and spank that filthy ass of hers.
    I know she’s teasing me, and it’s working. “You’re the one to talk,” I say.
    She punches my shoulder. “Jerk.” She sticks out her tongue. “You know you woo every girl out there.”
    “Hmmm … except, none of the girls I’ve been with are as beautiful as you are.”
    “Now you’re just kissing my ass.” She purses her lips. “But I like it.”
    I chuckle. “You’re more than just beautiful, but if I were to tell you, that inflated ego of yours would only grow bigger.”
    She scoffs. “Now you’re the one to talk.”
    I smile, making a turn. I love bickering with her. Actually, I love just being around her in general and being able to talk to her. She makes me forget, makes me focus on the good stuff in life. Like her.
    When we’re around the corner, I realize I’ve actually driven to my house instead of hers.
    Fuck.
    I guess I was so distracted by all of that kissing and touching, I couldn’t even get my head straight. Oh well.
    “Uh …” I stammer.
    “It’s okay.” With a cocked head, she says, “I actually didn’t want to go home anyway.”
    The cheeky smile on her face makes me want to grab her and kiss her senseless. God, she used to hold back a lot, but now … fuck, I like this. She’s really up to no good. So am I.
    Just looking at her brings back the memories. God, I’ve dreamt years about this day and now it’s finally here. She’s back. She’s here for the taking. How the fuck am I supposed to say no to that?
     
     

Chapter 5
    Surrender
     
    She gets out of the car and slams the door, pulling me from my thoughts. I quickly follow her to the front door of my three-story house and fish my keys from my pocket so I can unlock it. With a devious smile on her face, she looks at me as I open the door.
    “After you.” I hold out my hand.
    She rolls her eyes.
    “What?” I say, shrugging.
    She raises an eyebrow. As she steps inside of the house, her eyes light up like candles and a pearl-white smile brightens her face. “God, it looks just like I remember.”
    “You know my parents. Never change what shouldn’t be touched.”
    “I kinda like it. Reminds me of the old days.” She gazes at me, her lips parted, words begging to roll over her tongue, but she swallows them instead, finishing the sentence with a smile.
    “I’m reminded of it daily.”
    “Is that a bad thing?” she says.
    “Nope.” I shrug and step closer. She’s fishing for it, but I’m not going to tell her. I’m not going to spill the fact that I think about her every single day.
    My fingers briefly touch her skin as I take off her jacket. Sliding the fabric off her shoulder is enough to create goose bumps on her skin. I love looking at it; love seeing what I do to her. She’s still sensitive to my touch. I guess some things never changed.
    “I could use a drink after all of that gambling,” she states as I hang her coat on the rack.
    “Coming right up,” I reply with a boyish smile, because I can smell her intoxicating perfume on her jacket. It’s like a love potion drifting through the air, seducing me.
    Turning on my heel, I cock my head and give her my cocky smile before heading toward the kitchen. Tension is blowing up between us. I can almost feel the electricity sizzling through the space that separates her from me.
    Lin stalks behind me as I stroll to the fridge, settling against the countertop of the kitchen island. She casually leans back with her elbows, swaying her black hair back over her shoulder. I turn around and open the fridge before she teases me so badly I won’t be able to stop myself anymore. As I peer into the fridge, I think about what we’re doing. She has a boyfriend, one who is eager to beat me up if I were to touch her, and she knows this. I willingly offered my help, knowing it could get me into trouble. I want to help