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his lips.
    “T—Toss you aside?” Jace said, his voice thick and heavy. “You think that’s who I am? Haven’t you been paying attention? Andrea, I would give you the fucking world if you let me. Everything I have would be yours—my money, my truck, but most of all, my heart.”
    “B—But you—you don’t even know me.”
    “I know enough,” he whispered, standing and then exiting the tent before I could try to say another word.
    “Jace—“ I called out after him. I’d have taken off out of the tent after him, but I still hadn’t dressed.
    By the time he returned, I’d wandered up to the convenience store for some food, a shower, and to brush my teeth. He was pulling the stakes out of the tent and getting us ready to go. Rather than try to approach him straight away, I stood back and watched as every muscle of his back rippled with the pulls and lifts of the tent hardware.
    “I’m sorry,” I finally said.
    His back stiffened as he paused, mid-tie of the tent canvas. “Don’t apologize,” he said, not even bothering to turn around before going back to wrapping up the tent.
    “No, I need to.” I took a few steps in his direction but still didn’t get too close; God only knows how much I’d hurt the man. “I—I didn’t have a right to talk to you that way. You’re right, I don’t know you, not really. But I’d like to.”
    It felt like he was on me, mouth crashing against mine, hands in my hair, before I even had the chance to take my next breath. But at the same time, it had felt like everything was going in slow motion, as if every movement of every muscle, that lusty gleam in his eyes, had all been there since the dawn of time. And I was swallowed up by it, completely, thoroughly, and with no way to escape.
    He hoisted me up, planted my ass on the open truck bed. My legs opened for him as he pulled himself against me, his hands at my butt, holding me to him as I wrapped my ankles around my back. When he dropped his mouth to place kisses along my neck, I threw my head back and released a shuddered breath.
    “This, Andrea,” he said between heated kisses. “This is the man I am. I am passionate. I am needy. And what I need is for you to stop all that damn thinking of yours and fucking enjoy yourself.”
    As he said those last words, he stepped back, pulled himself out of my tangled limbs and ran a hand through his hair. I was left a panting mess as he stormed back off to the tent to finish packing up.

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    The second I walked through our dorm door, Becca released a squeal. It sounded awfully funny coming from a girl with more piercings than anyone I’d ever met before. It also grated on my tired nerves.
    “Tell me everything,” she said, taking the bag from my hands. “Dirty details. I’m living vicariously through you. Is he amazing? Where did he take you? Was it romantic?”
    “Ugh, Becca,” I groaned, flopping down on my bed. “Ask me when I’ve slept a week.”
    A sly grin spread across Becca’s face. “One night with the rock god and you’re already tired,” she said, shaking her head. “Psssht, woman up, girl.”
    “Has anyone ever told you that you’re incorrigible?” I asked, pulling the covers around me.
    “All the damn time,” she said, flopping down next to me, refusing to take the hint. “Now spill.”
    “Fine, fine.” I waved my hand in the air, as if sex with Jace Richardson happened every day. “Yes, he’s amazing. Yes, it was romantic. Turner Falls.” And with that, I pulled the pillow over my head.
    “Nuh-uh, chick.” Becca yanked the pillow from my grasp. “You’re not getting off that easy. What was he like? I’ll bet he’s all about control in bed, right?”
    “Oh my God, Becca.” I rolled my eyes and stole my pillow back. “I am not telling you every gory detail. Get a sex life of your own.”
    Becca’s pierced lip shot out in a pout and then she shrugged. “Fine, then I won’t tell you where he’s taking you tonight.”
    “I