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jeans I begged Mom to buy me. I don’t know, I guess I want to look nice for Jack. Though I’m still sporting a semi-baggy tee. And my chucks. Always my chucks.
    “These are jeans. Get with the new age, dude.”
    “They’re painted on.”
    I throw my phone into my purse and turn, crossing my arms. “What the hell, Rai? You’re being a dickhead. Can we not do this? I’ll date whoever the fuck I want.”
    He pulls the truck over suddenly and turns to me. “I’m your friend. I’ve known you longer than any of those fuck knuckles. I’m not going to let some douchebag fuck you and leave you with a broken heart.”
    “And I love you for that,” I say, my voice softer now. “But I’m seventeen, Rainer. I know what’s right and wrong. I’m not just going to let him dive in on the first date.”
    His brown eyes narrow. “He’s bad news.”
    “So is Missy, but I’m not telling you to stop.”
    He grunts. “I’m a man. I can look after myself.”
    “Yeah, well, I can look after myself too. Believe it or not. I know you’d rather I shack up with someone like Kenny, but I deserve better, and I like Jack.”
    “I didn’t mean what I said the other night.” He sighs. “I was only tryin’ to look out for you.”
    “By saying the best I can get is a greasy, nerdy geek? And don’t get me wrong, I adore Kenny, but that hurts, Rai.”
    He runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck. Look, just be careful, okay? And don’t change who you are.”
    “Who I am will never change.”
    He points to the jeans.
    “I’m allowed to care about how I look.”
    “Yeah,” he says, pulling back onto the road. “Right.”
    He’s angry with me, and I truly don’t know why. I say nothing as he pulls up to my house and stares straight ahead as I swing the door open and climb out. “You want to hang tonight?” I ask.
    “No,” he grunts.
    I sigh. “Okay, Rai.”
    Then I shut the door and he speeds off.
    Dammit.
    Now I feel bad . . . and I don’t even know why.

CHAPTER FIVE
NOW – MALI
    “T his is it?” Rainer asks, nodding at my apartment.
    “Yeah,” I whisper, staring out the window.
    I’m still drunk; I won’t lie. If I weren’t, I’d be scrambling out of this car right now. I turn and glance at Rainer, who has his eyes on my neck. Oh. My. God. He’s looking at me as if he wants to . . . he couldn’t . . . could he? His eyes slowly move up and meet mine, and I swallow the thick lump forming. Rainer is looking at me right now as if he wants to fuck me.
    Fuck me.
    My body breaks out in little tingles as I stare at his lips, and I decide I’m too drunk to care if he wants to fuck me or doesn’t. I want to fuck him. I’d do anything to taste those lips, to slide my mouth over that neck, to feel his cock inside me again. It’s been so long, and I was just a teenager back then. I’m a woman now, and he’s everything I need. He’s everything I’ve always needed.
    “You should get out,” he says, his voice husky. “I’m not the good kind of man, Mali.”
    I bite my bottom lip.
    We sit in silence for a few minutes.
    “How do you mean?” I finally say.
    “I don’t do relationships; I do one-night stands. I fuck. I don’t ask names. If you keep looking at me like that, you’ll be on that list, and you’re too damned sweet to be someone’s fuck for a night.”
    He’s wrong.
    I want to be his fuck for a night.
    “What makes you think I’m any different to you?” I say, unclipping my seatbelt and leaning over the chair. “What makes you think I don’t just want a one-night stand?”
    His eyes flash and he reaches up, curling his fist into my hair. He jerks softly and I whimper. A low, throaty growl escapes his lips. “Out of the car. Now, kid.”
    “No,” I breathe, sliding over the seat and straddling his lap.
    He’s huge, so much bigger than I ever remember. His cock is pressing between my legs, rubbing against my heat just enough to cause the perfect friction. I meet his eyes and I can see he