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out of my mouth.
    “Fuck!”
     

4.
    Stay with Me
    Harrison
    For as long as I could remember, listening to Evan Weston always had a way of getting me into trouble.
    He said, “Take a fucking vacation, man. You deserve it.” He let me use his airline miles and his VIP perk points at the resort despite the fact that I could’ve easily afforded it on my own. He just kept saying I should go and relax and have a good time—get laid.
    She sat still on the bed beside me with her head in her hands. Every now and then I’d hear her mutter something to herself that sounded like motherfucker. Finally, when she lifted her head and turned to face me, I saw her breathe deeply.
    Why hadn’t Evan ever told me how fucking gorgeous Danielle’s best friend was?
    “Are you okay?” I asked.
    “I don’t know what I am,” Georgia said as she swung her legs off the side of the bed and started picking up her clothes, putting them on piece by piece.
    “I—uh.” I didn’t know what to say. What the fuck was I doing trying to talk to her?
    She stared at me for a beat, tilting her head to one side and letting a sad little smile bow her lips. “Danielle has no idea I’m here. This was a secret—my secret. Just a quick break from reality to cure my restlessness.” She covered her face with her hands again and I could tell she was stifling either a scream or a sob. “Jesus, I’m supposed to meet you for the first time in a few weeks at your birthday party. So that’ll be awkward, huh?” She breathed a laugh. “Now you probably think I’m a major slut for getting into bed with you without knowing your name…so that just adds a whole other lovely layer of fucked up to this situation.”
    The word cut me unexpectedly. The sound of it coming out of her mouth, the meaning of it placed upon her for even that split second, made me angry. “I don’t think you’re a slut.”
    She rolled her eyes and hesitantly took a step toward me. I wanted to go on and tell her that nothing we’d just done made me consider her a slut. Or anything near it. But when she sat on the edge of the mattress, I shifted, praying she couldn’t tell I was half hard just looking at her. She still had that just fucked look on her face and I wanted to keep it there. Her expression fell, then she locked her gaze on the floor.
    “Please don’t tell them.”
    My head continued spinning wildly. This had gone from zero to sixty to zero in less than an hour. She flinched under my fingers when I reached out to her. “I won’t say anything. I—I didn’t know,” I stammered. “I’d say I’m sorry for it but—”
    A sparkling smile split her lips and she rolled her eyes again. As sexy as she was, I would’ve called her cute in that instant. Really fucking cute. She put her hand on my cheek and sighed. “It’s nothing against you. I just came here for some fun. The no strings attached kind. And this…this is all kinds of tangled up in strings.”
    Feeling the warmth of her tender palm through the thick beard along my jaw made me feverish. She needed to leave before I threw her against the pillows again and showed her some fun. I nodded and her hand fell away from me.
    Georgia turned and swept her haphazard braid over her shoulder before peeking back at me. “Zip me up?”
    Wasn’t she naked in my bed a few seconds ago? Why the fuck did I say her name out loud? I could’ve at least let it go unsaid for another few hours—until that second round she’d mentioned. But no, I wasn’t that guy. With careful fingers, I zipped her dress and wished like hell this had all been a dream. When she stood from the bed, I followed her.
    “You sure you don’t want to stay? It’s still pouring outside,” I offered.
    I saw her shoulders hitch up when she drew in a huge breath. She blew it out and turned to me just inside the door. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Harrison,” she started slowly. It was the first time she’d said my name. “Look, thank you