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what he was capable of. After all, he did it to one of my best friends.
    Missy was never going to forgive me for this.
    All the muscles in my body tightened. My stomach clenched. The euphoria of my very first orgasm was being intruded upon by the fact the person who gave it to me was irrevocably off-limits to me.
    I was a terrible person.
    Braeden pushed away and walked into the adjoining bathroom. He didn’t say a word. I wondered if he was having the same mental breakdown.
    I almost laughed.
    Yeah, right. Braeden didn’t care about stuff like this. How many times had I heard him say it? He just had fun. He didn’t have feelings.
    I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes.
    How in the hell did he pull off no feelings after what just happened between us? Had everything I just experienced been totally one-sided?
    Did it even matter?
    He came out of the bathroom, leaving the light on but pulling the door around so the room was mostly still dark. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, and I felt him move close behind me.
    Now that my body wasn’t taken over by some evil alien—evil alien = Braeden’s touch—my brain was fully comprehending the implications of what just happened.
    When Braeden grasped my shoulder and tugged, I rolled onto my back but avoided his stare. The muffled chuckle over me made me want to punch him.
    And maybe poke out his eyes with my fingers.
    But then he did something totally unexpected.
    His large, warm palm landed on my thigh, and he tugged so my legs fell open. Before I could kick him, I felt a soft, cool cloth between my legs.
    Oh, it felt nice.
    I glanced at him, surprised.
    He wasn’t looking at me, but he smirked. “Didn’t expect that, did ya?”
    It was the absolute last thing in the history of earth I expected.
    “I know you don’t really need cleaned up,” he began, “since, you know, we used a condom.” How was he so totally comfortable talking about this with me? “But that was pretty intense. You’re kinda small.”
    I gasped at the shock underlying his tone.
    “And this surprises you?” I demanded.
    He shrugged as he gently held the cool cloth between my legs. “Yeah. I guess it does.”
    “I’m not a slut,” I deadpanned.
    His white teeth flashed against the dark. “Never said you were.”
    “Not in so many words,” I muttered.
    “I just thought this might help,” he said, wisely avoiding the issue. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
    I didn’t want to be affected by his consideration.
    Yet I was.
    “You didn’t hurt me,” I whispered.
    We lapsed into silence. Intimacy clouded the room; it was far thicker now than when he’d actually been inside me. There was something very intimate about him touching me, about him caring for the most secret spot on my body, without the suggestion of sex.
    Oh my God, what had I done?
    A few minutes later, he withdrew his hand—leaving the cloth in place—and cleared his throat. “I still don’t like you.”
    Some of my freakout actually calmed.
    “I still don’t like you either,” I agreed.
    Chuckling, he flipped the comforter up over me. He reached for his cell lying nearby before he lay back down beside me. I should’ve been running out of this room.
    I wasn’t ready to do that yet.
    He checked the time and grunted. “Couple hours ‘til the sun comes up.”
    Was he saying that because he wasn’t ready for me to leave yet either?
    Of course not. This was Braeden.
    “Relax. I have no intention of sleeping over. I’ll be out of here in a couple minutes.”
    “Like it never even happened,” he murmured.
    Something pierced my chest. “Believe me. I’m not telling anyone.”
    The screen on his phone lit up again and shined in my eyes when he held it up in the air above us.
    “What are you doing?” I asked.
    “Taking a selfie.” The image of us lying in a rumpled bed—me with swollen lips and messy hair and him with a look of smug satisfaction across his face—reflected back at us.
    The image was exactly