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I don’t move.

Neither does he.

“Angel.” The way he says my name—low, heavy, like it means something. “I should?—”

“Yeah.” I finally make myself step back. The loss of his warmth is immediate. “I should go. It’s late.”

He nods and doesn’t say anything.

I get into my car. Start the engine. Pull out of the lot without looking back, because if I look back, I’m going to do something stupid.

My lips were tingling the entire drive home. My hands are shaking on the wheel. And there’s a voice in my head—Jonah’s voice, maybe, or just my fear dressed up in his words—telling me that this is a mistake. That I’m setting myself up for the worst kind of heartbreak.

He was just selling it. That’s all. He saw Niall watching, and he did what he had to do.

It didn’t mean anything.

I almost believed it.

That night, I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and try very hard not to think about how he tasted. How he felt. The sound he made when I opened my mouth under his.

I fail completely.

It’s not real, I tell myself again. It can’t be real.

But my body doesn’t care about logic. My body remembers his hands, his heat, the way he looked at me after. Like he wanted to do it again. Like it took everything he had to let me walk away.

Jonah’s voice is in my head again. Don’t do this, Angel. You know how this ends.

But there’s another voice too. Quieter, but just as insistent.

What if you’re wrong?

I’m in so much trouble.

And the worst part is, I don’t want to be saved.

CHAPTER 4

REV

Ican still taste her.

Two days later, and I can still feel her mouth under mine. The little gasp she made when I pulled her close. The way her fingers twisted in my shirt, like she were holding on for dear life.

It was supposed to be for show. Niall was watching from his truck, and I needed him to see that she wasn’t alone anymore. That’s it. That’s all it was supposed to be.

Bullshit.

I kissed her because I’ve been wanting to kiss her for six years. Because she was standing there in the parking lot with the sunset in her hair and fear in her eyes, and I couldn’t not touch her for one more second. Because the act stopped being an act somewhere around day two, and I’ve just been pretending otherwise.

She drove away, shaking. I watched her taillights disappear, and then I stood there for another five minutes, trying to get my head on straight.

It didn’t work.

I’m at the clubhouse now, nursing a beer I don’t want, watching Rogue line up a shot at the pool table. It’s a slow night. Lock and Josie left an hour ago. King and Demi are in the backsomewhere. Ghost is in the corner with his phone, probably texting India.

Everyone’s paired off. Everyone except me, like usual. It burns more than usual tonight.