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need to go back inside, Sofia. I’ve apologized for my mistake. I just need a few moments alone.”
    She ignores my request, gliding towards me, an ethereal enchantress.
    “We need to talk. We’ve needed to talk for a long time now.”
    “NO, we don’t. What happened back there…it can’t happen again. It was wrong of me to take advantage of the moment. Again, for that I apologize.”
    “You didn’t take advantage of anything.” She takes a step closer, forcing me to step back. “Why? Why can’t it happen again? I WANT it to happen.”
    The plea in her voice is killing me. My inherent nature is to give her whatever she wants, whatever she needs. I want to give her this. So badly. But I can’t.
    “Because you don’t really know me. This…us…we could never work. We want very different things. I would never ask you to change for me. You are…perfection. I would only mar that with my desires. There is a side to me that you do not want to be a part of.”
    She closes the distance between us, placing her hand over my hammering chest, her eyes locked on mine. “I know exactly who and what you are. I want what you are, I crave what you are. It’s my deepest desire.”
    I grip her hand, desperate to claim her as my own.
    “You don’t know what you’re asking for, and I won’t tell you. I couldn’t stand for you to look at me differently if you knew the real me. It would break the only morsel of hope left in my jaded heart.”
    She removes her hand from my grasp, a permanent mark etched on my chest where her warm tender hand had been. “I think the problem here isn’t me knowing you, but you not knowing me.”
    I cut her off. “I know you. I see you in all your beauty. I see all of the intricacies that form to make you who you are, and it’s resplendent.”
    Her face looks pained as she replies. “There are things you don’t know about me. Things that no one knows about me. But you…I know you can see it. You just don’t want to admit it to yourself. If you did, there would be no reason for us to be apart. I’m not afraid of what you try to hide from everyone else. I’m not afraid of you.”
    I close the gap between us, my lips brushing against hers as I whisper my response.
    “You should be.”
    Her lips crash down on mine, unleashing all of the pent up desire we’ve been holding back. I lift her off the ground, running my hands down her toned, slender legs, wrapping them around my waist. Her fingers twisting in my hair, pulling me closer, begging me for more. I can’t get enough. I want to taste every inch of her body.
    “Oh God, Nate. I’ve wanted this for so long. Please. I want you.”
    Hearing those words tripping off of her sweet pouty lips just fuels my desire even more. She starts ripping at my suit jacket, discarding it on the ground as I hitch up her dress to pull her tighter against my body. Her ass feels amazing, covered in the smallest scrap of lace, tantalizing my senses. My hands roam her body, memorizing every line, and every gentle curve.
    It’s not until she starts grappling with my belt buckle that my brain kicks in, and I’m horrified by my behavior. I seem to lack any level of control around her now that I’ve had a taste. It’s not in my nature to lose control. I don’t like it. I need to stop this…now.
    “I can’t. I’m sorry. This isn’t right.”
    I allow myself one last longing kiss before I gently lower her to her feet. Picking up my jacket, I smooth out my shirt, turn, and walk, forcing every step that takes me further away from her, but her low husky voice stops me in my tracks.
    “Please…”
    She closes the distance between us, taking my hand in hers, leading me back into the marquee, through the crowd, and out into the seclusion of the bridal dressing room. I didn’t even know this was here. I quickly scan the room, taking in every possible surface that I could use to take what I want in this moment. To have Sofia sprawled naked for my perusal, for