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the room after all. It was Riley. Ugh, ugh, ugh !
    I squeezed my eyes shut, embarrassed.
    Finally, I let out a gasp and whipped around to face him.
    Riley smiled. “Hi.”
    “Where’s Finn?” I asked, taking a step away. We were too close—way too close. I could feel the heat coming off him—or imagined I could—and it was getting me all sweaty and agitated.
    “Finn left.”
    Riley’s voice was husky as he came closer, filling the distance I had just created between us. Again, I could feel his heat, smell his “Riley” scent. Mmmm.
    Swallowing, I backed away further, into the set of cues hanging on the wall behind me. Riley quirked his eyebrows at my smooth move.
    Ugh! I loved it when he quirked his eyebrows … and looked at me the way he was.
    Unnerved, I felt back, clutching a cue.
    Slowly, Riley pinned me against the wall. He played with a lock of my hair, leaning in close, so close that my brain turned to Jell-o and I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t. I tried to remind myself how—in, out … in … out.   But it was hard because his seductive brown eyes were staring deep, deep, deep into mine, looking hot. And hungry. It had my heart pounding wild and my knees feeling all weak and unsteady. Like, if I wasn’t holding the stick behind me for support, I might keel over.
    Plus, he smelled so good. So good. I was ready to like, pounce on him and start kissing his neck. Seriously. And he looked ready to do the same. He kept leaning, leaning, leaning towards me as though it was taking great effort for him not to swoop.
    And I so desperately wanted him to. So bad.
    Oh, I was in trouble.
    I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t. I knew if Riley kissed me, I’d be a goner. My brain would melt away—we’d totally make-out and then I’d feel horrible. Guilty and used. Because I really liked him. Like, a lot. It wouldn’t be like what Finn thought, just a kiss. I mean, I guess it would be like that to Riley—he went around kissing girls all the time. To him, I was only a challenge because I was someone else’s girlfriend. Once he kissed me, he’d feel satisfied—another conquest—been there, done that—and he’d be over whatever strange “thing” he suddenly had for me.
    I didn’t really want that.
    I didn’t know what I wanted, but it definitely wasn’t that.
    Besides, if he kissed me, that would be it—the point of no return. We’d be two tangled bodies, making out on the pool table in less than a nanosecond.
    So, I couldn’t let him kiss me. I couldn’t.
    As he drew his face near mine, his hot, sexy breath on my neck, teasing me on my way to sweet oblivion, making me all tingly and trembley and stupid, I suddenly had a saving moment—an idea. Frantic, I grabbed the cue I’d been clutching and yanked it off the wall. I pulled away from Riley.
    “Play me,” I said, my voice all guttural. I darted away from him, to the safety of the other side of the pool table. “If I win, the best’s off.”
    Riley blinked, trying to take in the quick change of atmosphere. He ran his hands through his hair, watching me as I nervously pumped the stick. Finally, he shook his head, looking slightly tempted, but unwilling to take a chance.
    “I’m kind of worked up for that kiss right now,” he said huskily. “Pool’s not exactly the game I want to play with you right now.”
    Me either , I had to admit—but not out loud. Instead, I held firm to my plan. My good-girlfriend plan. My this-is-Riley-and-I’m-not-going-to-make-out-with-him plan.
    “Come on,” I coaxed softly. “Afraid to be beaten by a girl?”
    Riley, being a gambling man, grinned. He quirked an eyebrow. “What if I win?”
    “Not going to happen,” I answered, racking the balls.
    He set his jaw, a trace of a grin still on his face. “Then no, I don’t want to bet.”
    “Come on. You know you want to.”
    “No,” his eyes danced, “I really don’t.”
    I finished racking the balls, feeling his eyes glued to me. I sighed. “If you win,