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want to slam my head against the door, but it will only make the headache worse.
    “Hey, you okay?” he asks and then he holds my keys out to me.
    “Yeah, sure … just a headache and tired.”  I take the keys and unlock the door.
    I go in and close the door behind me, not once making eye contact with him. I feel like a total ass for my behavior, but I need a moment to build up my defenses against him again.
    ~*~
    You’d think with how tired I am I’d fall asleep. But Nooo! I lay on the couch staring at the fan going round and round for hours. At least the headache starts to ease up on me. Nothing like some OJ to bring the sugar level back up.
    My mind wanders to Wyatt. I can’t get all hung up on a guy. Not now. I’m finally starting my career in Human Resources.
    Point is I can’t get involved. Not even for a stupid quick fling. Those kisses were anything but fling material.
    Those kisses were drool worthy.
    Later that afternoon some much needed energy finally returns and I decide to go swim Wyatt out of my system. I get up and change into a pale blue two piece. I grab my towel and set out with my new found energy so I can rid myself of Wyatt Holden’s kisses.
    I don’t make it far.
    I actually only make it to my deck, because he’s sitting on it.
    “Can I help you?” I ask a little surprised.
    He looks me over, from my little toe to my hair and instantly I feel naked.
    “Just enjoyin’ the view,” he says all relaxed.
    “On my deck?” I ask, “Did you get lost?”
    “Actually I did … for a minute,” he says and he gets up. My stomach coils nervously when the starts toward me. “You definitely did too.” I swallow hard.
    “Swim,” I blurt it out. “I’m gonna swim to get you out of my system.”
    OMG! I did not! Please tell me I did not say that to him!
    I need to save what sliver of self-control and pride I still have left.
    “I know of other ways,” he whispers, his voice thick with seduction and it sends shivers racing over my skin. There’s no smile, no smirk. He’s serious. “I’ll do the work, less strain on you.”
    He stops right in front of me and I fight to keep my eyes on his. I lose the fight and I look down at his shirt, it’s a nice shade of dark blue. He seems to like dark colors.
    “You know what, Wyatt. I’m not gonna be that one. I’m not like those girls out there. There are plenty of them, so instead of wastin’ your time here you should go on and find one that will be more open to a one night stand with you. I’m not gonna do a one night stand, a two week stand or any kind of stand with you,” I say it and I try to put as much determination into my voice as possible.
    If I can’t stand my ground now how will I help prosecute people in court?
    His fingers skim over my jaw and rests under my chin, sending my hormones into a frenzy. He nudges softly, urging me to look up.
    “Now say that to me and not my chest,” he says. “Tell me you didn’t feel it when I kissed you.”
    I steel myself and look up. I get thirsty … a lot. But the dry spell sweeping through my mouth and down my throat, forcing me to swallow, is all new. The birds and bees are having a full on spring festival in my stomach.
    “Ahh…” Words, I need words.
    He moves in closer and his other hand touches my waist – my bare waist! Tingles rush to fry what little sense I’m fighting to gather to my defense.
    “Scarlett,” he whispers, “you’re really gonna stand here and tell me you don’t want me?”
    Want. Yes, very much.
    Need. Yes, very much.
    In all my twenty three years I’ve never wanted someone so bad. But I can’t. I can’t just have meaningless sex and go and forget the person ever existed. I grow attached to people. Attachment hurts.
    “Wyatt.” I clear my throat when my voice goes all raspy. “What I want and what I’m gonna do are two totally different things.” I go on the defense and that means I go in for the kill. “I’m not like you. You have sex. People