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I didn’t figure out you weren’t the same fucking person?”
    I’m crying now. I can’t stop it. Big, fat, ugly tears roll down my cheeks. Max makes a pained, throaty sound and steps back, letting my hands go. “Baby . . .”
    “Don’t!” I scream so loudly my entire body starts to shake. “You do not get to try and explain yourself. I gave you a chance, Max. I gave you a thousand chances to let me in and you refused. Now you’re going to see how it feels to be on the outside.”
    “If that’s the way you feel,” he barks. “Why the fuck did you come here?”
    “I just wanted to . . . to . . .”
    “See me?” he growls in my face. “See what I’m doing? See if I’m dating? See what happened to me? All of that, but you don’t want to talk to me. That’s not fucking fair. We can’t pretend we don’t know each other for the rest of our lives.”
    “I just . . .”
    He leans down closer until his lips are so close to mine I can taste his breath. “You just needed to see if I still affected you the way I used to?”
    No.
    No.
    “N-n-n-no.”
    God dammit. Now I’m stammering.
    “If you could say that without stammering I might believe you, Blue Belle.”
    “Let me go, Max,” I say, trying to stop my voice from shaking. “I’m done talking.”
    “I’m not done, Blue Belle. I need more. I’ve spent five long fucking years wondering about you. Needing you.”
    “You don’t need me,” I growl. “You pushed me away and now you’re seeking something you can’t get your hands on. It has nothing to do with need.”
    “You know that, do you?” he says, staring into my eyes.
    “Yes, I do. If you wanted me so badly, Max, why didn’t you chase me?”
    He flinches. “Because I was in a bad place.”
    “That’s it?” I laugh bitterly. “That’s the best you’ve got.”
    “Yeah, Ana, it’s the best I’ve fucking got.”
    “Let me go,” I demand.
    He shakes his head and tilts his face until his lips are near my ear. “No, because you want this as much as I do.”
    I shiver, but grate out, “No.”
    “You’re thinking about the same things I’m thinking about,” he murmurs. “You’re wondering if I could fuck you as hard as I used to.”
    I clench my thighs together as heat floods to my core. God damn him for getting this kind of reaction out of my body. I shouldn’t be allowing this. What the hell is wrong with me?
    “You’re wondering if my cock feels as good inside your sweet fucking cunt as it once did.”
    Oh my God.
    “Your crude words won’t sway me,” I say, but my voice hitches.
    He slides his tongue out and touches my earlobe. My eyes flutter closed, because the truth of the matter is that I do want what we used to have. I do dream about his body, his cock, his lips—everything about him. I try to remember how amazing he felt inside me, but I can’t. The memories are just that now— memories . I can no longer recall how he tastes, or how he feels.
    “Funny that,” he says, letting go of my hands and reaching down, grabbing my hip. “I bet if I put my hands in your panties you’d be wet, Blue Belle.”
    I swallow the thick lump in my throat, because he’d be right, and I don’t want him to know that. I go to pull back but he moves quickly, capturing my lips with his. I’m so shocked by this, so utterly shocked that I just stand there, numb and speechless. His lips are harder than I remember, but with his big body pressing mine against the wall, and his hot skin warming me, that just seems to fade away. I don’t care how his lips feel.
    All I care about is how he makes my heart jump to life.
    Kissing Max has always been one of my favorite things to do. Right from the start, having his lips on mine could make my day. I’d happily lay with him for hours, just kissing his lips, tasting his mouth, and being that close to him.
    I remember the last time he kissed me—it was the night before he told me he didn’t love me anymore, where he fucked me so hard