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each other, the last bits of pleasure anchoring into my body.
    He pulled up onto his elbow, looked me deep in the eye, and thrust into me suddenly and hard. I arched my head back and closed my eyes as his thrust sent a tingling wave of sensation all over my body.
    “God, Grayson,” I whispered.
    He put his mouth on mine before I even opened my eyes. I kept them closed as I sank into the depths of his kiss. He placed one warm hand on my cheek.
    He pulled away but stayed close, and we looked at one another. I was captured, once again, by his stunning blue eyes.
    He placed a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. He curved around and placed another kiss on my nose piercing.
    He slowly reached up and kissed my forehead. He was still cradling my cheek so I felt wrapped in him, with his warm lips on my skin. I inhaled deeply through my nose, taking in his smell.
    He moved to the side of my face and put a kiss on my temple. He lingered there, pressing gently, and I closed my eyes.
    My heart was fluttering. It was the most intimate moment we’d shared yet.
    He settled on his elbow and smiled at me. I felt strangely exhilarated and cozy.
    “So,” he said, lightly stroking my jaw with his thumb, “No to the beer, then?”
     

     
    That was how it started. In the bar. In his kitchen. On his couch. Not too much later, on his couch again. I was impressed with his stamina, but if you want to know the truth, I was even more impressed with mine. I’d never been ready again so quickly. Never. I knew plenty of other women who could have sex over and over again on the same night but I’d never been one of them. I’d never physically wanted to. I’d kind of wondered if maybe something was wrong with me. But that was the first time I’d considered that maybe it never had been me at all, because I couldn’t get enough of Grayson that night.
    For the first time, I could apply the word passionate to something I was experiencing. I couldn’t help but wonder why it’d never been that way before, with anyone else.
    As amazing as the sex was, if that night had only been about passion and sex, maybe things would’ve been different.
    Maybe I wouldn’t be hurting so much for him now.

Chapter 4
     
    “So our little Chloe had a one-night stand,” Sam says now . “Maybe she doesn’t need my help getting a date. We can take her back to the Perched Owl and she’ll nab one all by herself.”
    “I kind of have a date anyway,” I say, starting to wonder what I need to do to change the subject. I know when Sam’s focused about something and she’s got this one set in her head. But no way. No. Fucking. Way.
    “Who?”
    “Bobby.”
    “Okay, number one,” Sam says, rolling her eyes and holding up one finger, “he’s only coming for the zip lining thing, so that doesn’t count for the reception. Two,” she says, lifting the second finger, “even if he were coming to the reception, he still doesn’t count because I’m pretty sure you’re not getting lucky with your baby brother.”
    “Uck! God, Sam! I hope not.”
    “Stop harassing her,” Isabella says. “By the way, Chloe, I got him his own room.”
    “Why? Everyone else is in one room.” I know better than to say two rooms would be a waste of money. Isabella would just laugh and, given how much her family’s spending on the wedding, she’d be right to. Still, I never take her abundance of money for granted, like it’s somehow mine to claim.
    “You didn’t want to share a room with your brother did you?” Ashley pipes in.
    As if I’ve never done that before. “It wouldn’t have been a big deal. It’s just a couple nights.”
    “Yeah, but what if you hook up with someone?” Sam asks.
    “Will you lay off?”
    “Not until you’re laid, honey. You need it too, I can tell. You’re all tense. Come on. A screaming orgasm never hurt anyone.”
    “It’s a wedding and you’re a hot bridesmaid,” Isabella says with a wink. “You never know.”
    “You’re all