Page 23 of The Do-Over Girl

“Nash…” I kiss her again, pressing into her, impressing upon her my need—literally because my dick is as hard as ice and as hot as fire.

“Kali…” She kisses me back, her hands coming around me, and her moan of pleasure nearly breaks me in two with need. “Let’s go upstairs.” I break our kiss, moving away from her and stare into her glazed eyes. I take her hand and pull her up the stairs.

When we reach the top, I turn right to take her to my door.

“Wait…” She looks around, and I see her eyes dart to the door at the other end of the hall that belongs to the other guest. Fuck. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea…”

She stares at me, waiting for me to talk her into something she might very well regret tomorrow. But the thing is, there’s no way I’m that guy. If she has one single breath of hesitation, I’m not going to push. I let my arms drop from her and step back.

“If you don’t want this, I don’t.”

She opens her mouth, looking stunned. “That’s it?”

I nod. “That doesn’t mean I’m not disappointed. Because I am. Very much.” I glance down at the bulge in my pants and so does she.

A small laugh escapes her. “I think it’s best we back off. This isn’t… We’re not…” She waves a hand. “We’re not who we were back then. Not together. Not after everything.”

My heart thuds fast as I listen to her and it feels like all the good feelings of the night are turning to dust with each word she says. Fuck.

“You’re right. We were never meant to be.” I force the words, not knowing if I believe them, but needing to live by them like I have been for the past seventeen years. She blinks, and I see the hurt in her eyes, the disappointment and sadness, all those emotions present in full view. Does she know she’s showing me everything? That she’s allowing herself to be fully vulnerable to me?

Like she used to. Before she decided not to trust me that night.

“Fuck.” I shouldn’t have said the word out loud, but her eyes immediately shutter, and she steps away from me, then keeps going.

“Goodnight, Nash.” The strain in her words is obvious and pained, and she rushes to her door, a dozen feet from mine, and disappears inside.

“Fuck.”

Without worrying about noise, I let myself in my room and strip down. My boner is still good and hard, and I contemplate a cold shower. Then I glance at the wall behind my bed.

Kali is on the other side of that wall.