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back to the party. I’m not worried about her safety with Pierce there, so I drive away.
    Once I get home, I head for the shower, instead of the bottle, and let the freezing cold water pour down over me. I haven’t lost it like that in a while. All I could see was red. That fucker deserved so much more than he got. I was willing to let him walk away, but then he mentioned her boots, and I knew exactly what he was thinking, because it’s the first thing I thought when I saw her. What she would look like naked, in nothing but them, riding me. Fuck, that doesn’t make me any better than him. Except I’d never disrespect her like he did.
    I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Fucker got me good, there’s a bruise on my ribs, and my knuckles are a little swollen. It was worth it, though . I pull on a pair of boxers and hop into bed. As I’m about to fall asleep, there’s a light knock at my door. I get up and open it without looking to see who it is, because I know it’s her.
     
     
     
     
    Charlotte
     
    My heart is pounding out of my chest as I wait for him to answer the door. The look he had on his face when he was hitting Johnny reminded me so much of what he looked like the first night I met him. Sad and angry at the same time. But still hot. I’m embarrassed to think that, but it’s lingering in the back of my mind.
    He said he wanted to see me again, and even though it’s only been about an hour, I want to check on him before I go home.
    I’m about to walk away because I think this might be a mistake, when the knob turns. He opens the door and neither of us says anything. I can’t help but check out his almost naked body. He’s so solid, so strong. We look at each other, question obvious in his eyes. I’m sure he wonders why I’m here. I’ve only known him for a week, but it feels like an eternity. And I can’t stop thinking about how I feel when I’m with him.
    “Hi.” I twirl my fingers in front of me out of nervousness.
    “Hey. What are you doing here?” He stands up straight and continues, “Not that I’m not glad to see you.” His lips tip up in a smile, instantly relaxing me a little bit.
    “Umm, I guess I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
    “Yeah, I’m good.” His eyes travel down my body again and when they stop on my boots, his jaw clenches, and he quickly averts his gaze by looking at the floor. After he takes a deep breath, he lifts his head and asks me, “Do you want to come in?”
    I bite my lip in contemplation, remembering how out of his league I am. I really should walk away, but there’s a magnetic pull, and even though my mind is telling me no, my feet answer the question by putting one in front of the other. 
    The click of the lock makes me jump, and I set my purse down on the coffee table. He follows me into the living room and gestures to the couch. I sit and play with the hem of my dress, not knowing what to say. I shouldn’t have come here.
    “Do you want something to drink?” His voice interrupts my nervous thoughts.
    “No, thanks. I’m good. You sure you’re okay? When I went in the house you were fine, then I came out, and you were punching that creepy guy.”
    His forehead wrinkles, and he gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Why is he creepy?”
    “Oh, umm. I ran into him earlier, and he creeped me out.”
    “Why? Did he say something to you?”
    “No. Well, I mean, I bumped into him and apologized. He said it was okay.”
    His brows now furrow, and he tilts his head so our eyesight is even. I can’t look anywhere but at his amazing blue eyes.
    “Did he touch you?” The words come out slow, controlled.
    “No, I don’t think so.” The ring around his eyes darkens, and I know I made a mistake.
    “You don’t think so ?”
    “Umm…” He said honesty, right? “Well, maybe he held on a little longer than necessary when I ran into him, and maybe he touched my butt.”
    “Fuck me,” says as slow as