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to me?
    “How do you know you won't like it if you've never tried it?”
    I bunched up the comforter and hugged it against my body. “Stop it, Kieran. You're creeping me out. Even if I wanted to have a one-night stand, it's too late. I'm engaged and I love my fiancé.”
    Kieran pulled back and smiled. “Take it easy, Rachelle, I'm not going to seduce you.”
    “Sure doesn't feel that way,” I said, looking toward the door. I could still run. He promised no more dirty tricks!
    “Trust me, Princess, if I really wanted to fuck you, you'd be naked and up against the wall already,” Kieran said, tossing his towel on the floor. “Lucky for you, I'm a real gentleman.”
    “A real gentleman,” I said, “Would never even hint at something so suggestive.”
    Kieran laughed. “Okay, I'm fifty-fifty. Half gentleman, half beast.”
    Blood whooshed through my ears, and I felt every inch of my skin heat up. “I'm taking a shower.” I ran for the bathroom and after locking the door, sank down on the rug.
    Don't play with fire, Rachelle.
    Just go to sleep and go home tomorrow.
    Bad boys are called that for a reason. Don't encourage him; he'll think you're a tease.
    Just focus on getting through tonight.
    I reached over and turned on the bath faucet. The water was an unpleasant, milky color, so I didn't risk anything longer than a two minute shower. There were also no complimentary shampoos or body washes, which didn't surprise me in the least. After the shower, I patted myself dry and slipped Kieran's hoodie back on. It was too cold (and too risky) to sleep naked in the same room as Kieran. Especially after everything he’d told me tonight. I flicked off the lights and scampered back to my bed. Tugging the blankets up against my chin, I said, “Good night, Kieran.”
    Kieran’s full, wide lips pulled up in a smile. “I’m glad you wanted to share a room tonight. Though I would’ve booked you a separate one if you’d asked.”
    “Don't kid yourself. I just didn't feel like getting murdered in my sleep.”
    “You know the chances of you getting randomly murdered—”
    “Just—Can you stop being a smartass for one minute? It's almost three-thirty in the morning. I have work in a few hours.”
    “You aren't seriously considering going to work after everything?”
    “I'm dry now and sort of clean,” I said.
    Kieran lay down on his bed, facing me. Goddamn, his eyes were gorgeous. I could stare at them all day. “Let me take you out somewhere fun tomorrow. To make up for tonight,” he said.
    “Uh, that's what you said a few hours ago. Look how that turned out. I don't trust your judgment for a second,” I said, rolling on to my back. “You and I have very different definitions of 'fun'.”
    I stared up at the moldy patches on the ceiling. Several dark clusters crowded each corner of the room. Gross. I’d never slept in such a dingy place in my life. Spending a night here was an adventure in itself.
    “Let me guess,” Kieran said, shuffling around. “Your idea of fun is cozying up with a good romance novel—”
    “There's nothing wrong with reading romance novels!” I protested.
    “I didn't say there was,” Kieran replied. “But...you shouldn't make reading your everything. Living vicariously through book characters isn't nearly as fun as experiencing the real thing for yourself. I mean, reading about sex with a bad boy isn't nearly as fun as fucking a real one.”
    I blushed. Hard. “Now you want to give me life advice?” I asked. “You're one to talk.”
    “Just my two cents,” Kieran said. “Anyway, 'night, Princess.” He reached over and clicked off the bedside lamp.
    I listened to his soft breathing for a few minutes before it became slow and heavy. After a few tosses and turns, I fell asleep.

    * * *
    T he next morning , I was awoken by the most awful shower singing ever. Kieran was absolutely butchering 'Walking on Sunshine' with his off-tune performance.
    I squinted at the red numbers on the