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smile. She did look good tonight - she didn’t have the raccoon look going on, she appeared to be wearing less makeup.
     
    “Thanks. You look…. sweaty.”
     
    “Yeah? I was thinking about getting sweatier.”
     
    She rolled her eyes. She knew me too well to be offended by my dirty mouth. “I know, you were pretty unsubtle about it earlier.” Her eyes were just a little glassy - she wasn’t drunk but she’d had a few. Just enough to loosen her up a little.
     
    “Don’t run off on me again,” I said. “I meant it earlier. Just because shit’s all messed up doesn’t mean we can’t keep having a little fun.”
     
    She sighed and looked away. “I’m not good at casual, Mallet. It stresses me out.”
     
    “Everything stresses you out.” It was true; her nervousness was one of the first things I’d noticed about her.
     
    “I know.”
     
    “Do you want me to leave?” I took a step closer to her.
     
    “No. I just… I wish you were more angry. It would make more sense and I deserve it.”
     
    I took another step. “Maybe.” I was close enough to touch her, so I took a strand of black hair between my fingers. “I was pretty mad. Doesn’t mean I don’t still want you.”
     
    “I really did leave him,” she said, looking up at me with wide eyes. Eyes that I thought I could drown in. I didn’t see a lie in them, but I didn’t quite trust my own instincts just then.
     
    “Okay,” I said, moving in closer and breathing her in. She smelled damn good, that much I knew.
     
    “I moved out and told him to stop contacting me.”
     
    “Did he?”
     
    She shrugged. “I’m working on it.”
     
    Of course. I hovered closer, my lips against her ear, and exhaled a slow breath. She shivered. “I’m just concerned with tonight. You aren’t with him tonight.”
     
    “No. Not any night anymore.”
     
    “Whatever you say, baby.” I licked her earlobe, earning a soft gasp. My hands traced her spine and lower. “It was a slip-up on my part anyway. Casual is all I do.” I planted a slow, hot kiss on her neck, tasting her skin, savoring the familiar flavor. God, I’d actually missed it. “So, can you handle that tonight?” I cupped her ass and yanked her hard against me. She yelped with surprise.
     
    I knew it was all a bad idea but my body craved her. I was hard as a rock just from touching her over her clothes. What did it matter to me if she was still waffling about her ex-boyfriend? I wasn’t going to date this girl, I wasn’t going to put a damn ring on her finger. There was no way I was letting myself get emotionally tangled again.
     
    And if she couldn’t do casual, that was her problem. She was free to walk away. I was clear.
     
    But she didn’t walk away. Her hand slid into mine and she said, “Have you had the tour? I can show you my room.”
     
    “Show me.”
     

CHAPTER 4
     
    Riley’s room was borderline bare. The girl had no furniture - I assumed that meant everything in the old apartment had belonged to the ex, but I wasn’t about to bring that up. She had the old futon and nothing else. All her things were still in boxes, all open, with clothes and books leaking out of them all along the walls of the room.
     
    “Home sweet dump,” she said, sweeping the space with her arm. Even her little lamp had no lampshade. I had to kick back the desire to help her. Goddamn, I’d come upstairs to have casual sex and there I was thinking about fucking furniture shopping.
     
    “Better shut off the light, baby, or we’ll both be too depressed to get it up.”
     
    She giggled and traced the front of my jeans. It was my turn to groan. “I don’t think you’re having any trouble.” But she flicked the light off and shut the door. “I know it isn’t much yet,” she said, “But once I have another job…”
     
    I gripped her tight around the waist and pulled her to me, her back against my chest. “Don’t worry about it.” My lips found her neck and I kissed her