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explain. I want him with me, I need him by my side, always. But, at the same time, I need him at arm’s length. It’s not fair to him to put him through all of this, to make him suffer through my issues, but I don’t know what else to do.
    His lips find their place against my temple. His touch causes a hundred hummingbirds to take flight in my stomach. Harley stands, reaches for Sara, and cradles her against his chest. A thought occurs to me, and with everyone being so focused on me, I feel the need to voice it.
    “When do you go back to the doctor?” I ask Sara. She looks at the guys before focusing on me.
    “Three days,” she states. Sara has been in a wheelchair since the accident. When she wrecked her car, the dash pressed into her knees and twisted her back at an awkward angle, dislocating a few disks and causing minor nerve damage, leaving her temporarily paralyzed from the waist down. I would feel a million times worse about being part of the reason she is immobile if she wasn’t such an attention whore. It’s obvious to anyone with eyes that she loves the way Harley dotes on her now that she has her new wheels, but what she doesn’t realize is he would give her that same attention with or without the chair.
    “I wanna go,” I say.
    Her eyes light up. “Really?” This surprises her, since I’ve become a hermit, only leaving the confines of my apartment to go to the cemetery and my necessary doctor appointments.
    “Yes, really,” I reply.
    Skye squeezes my shoulder in a silent display of support.
    Enough of the mushy shit, I have to get moving before I talk myself into hiding from the world under the covers. I make a move to get off the bed, but Skye’s arm moves to my waist, holding me in place. Harley and Sara leave us and the second the door closes, I’m on my back.
    He shifts his body so that he’s hovering over me. Every tight inch of him is pressing me into the mattress. His callused hands pull my arms above my head and he secures my wrists together. The heat radiating from his body feels like it’s going to burn me alive. His eyes bore into mine with such intensity, it makes me nervous, but I can’t look away. This position reminds me of the scene in my book earlier. That little reminder excites me. I press my legs together, trying to hide the fact that I’m soaked and needy. My nipples harden against my bra, causing them to rub against the material and creating an erotic fire of pleasurable friction.
    “You sure about this? Going to BAR, I mean? You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable doing. I can stay here with you; we can grab a movie or something.” His minty breath fans my face. I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth, applying enough pressure to cause a small twinge of pain to distract me from the urge to devour his beautiful, full, pink lips. The desire to have this man deep within me is strong and growing with each passing minute.
    Skye glances down and smiles devilishly when he notices my lustful glare and the pebbles under my shirt. He moves his face closer to mine. His mouth hovers so close that the moisture on his breath wets my lips. Skye begins to speak; he emphasizes each work with pressing his lips to mine. “Do.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. “Want.” Kiss. “To.” Kiss. “Stay.” Kiss. “In?” He deepens the last kiss, emphasizing his words while caressing my tongue with his. When he pulls back, I’m left a panting, wanton mess.
    “I could find other things for us to do, if you want to stay in,” he says smugly. The idea is so tempting, an enticement I want to give in to so badly. But I don’t, I need this night out. I plan on losing myself in alcohol, dancing, and the large crowd of people I know will be there.
    On a sigh, I say, “I have to get out of this house and out of my mind for a while.” I didn’t mean to voice the last part aloud, but I don’t regret saying it. Skye’s expression is one of understanding and relief.
    “All right,