Page 34 of Badd Love

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I was naked, he was naked. It didn't matter—my only thought was to get away.

But I couldn't.

His arms around me, his hot, hard muscles firm and warm—the comfort I felt at being held by Dane Badd was all-consuming. I couldn't move if I tried.

"I've got you, honey. Just breathe."

"Not your honey."

"Okay."

"I'm a bitch."

"Hard disagree."

"We should have just fucked."

"Maybe. That felt pretty goddamned spectacular to me, though.”

"I shouldn't have let you in."

"But you did. And I’m here, and I'm not going anywhere."

"I c-c-can't—" I was suddenly cold, chattering. "I c-c-can't—t-t-talk…a-a-about it."

He drew the blankets up over us, tucked them around me. Wrapped me tighter in his embrace. "I've got you."

"Don't."

"Not like that."

"We shouldn't have done that, Dane."

He blew out a sigh. "I'm sure you think so."

"I can't…" I had to fight the words past my teeth. "I can't give you what you want."

"How do you know what I want?"

"I can't be what you need."

"You don't know what I need."

"DANE!" I snapped, trying to squirm out of his arms. "You don't know shit about me!"

"Nor you me."

"I'm not telling you shit."

"Have I asked?"

"Before I let you in, you said I owed you answers."

"Maybe I changed my mind."

“We shouldn't have done that, Dane," I whispered. “I'm just more confused."

"I'm not confused."

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