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Forget it! She has…

My chest bubbles as I read her words. Was she as affected by the kiss as I was?

It’s Christmas.

Is she giving me an out for my stupidity? I know I should grasp it with both hands, but… she’s right. It was a stressful night. There’s still the New Year’s party. I heard Mother invite her. Maybe I’ll get a chance to talk to her then.

ME:

Goodnight, Brooke. Merry Christmas.

I hit send and throw my phone down on the sofa behind me. Closing my eyes, I think about her scent, the feel of her lips pressed against mine. My body hardens instantly.

You’re a sick man. You dumped one woman, and then pulled another straight into your arms, devouring her on the front seat of your car. What were you thinking?

It’s clear you weren’t. At least not with a sentient part of your anatomy!

I strip off my clothes and head for the shower, turning the water to cold.

I step in, the icy jets stealing my breath.

Fuck.

My cock ignores the chill, throbbing until I take it in hand.

I turn up the temperature, allowing my chilled skin to thaw.

What are you doing? Masturbating like a horny teenager to the memory of a mere kiss.

I squeeze my cock hard, moaning at the sensation before grabbing my shower gel and squirting some onto my hand. I grip myself hard, pumping up and down. I drop my head forward under the spray, blocking out the rest of the world. I close my eyes.

Imagining Brooke’s delicate hands touching and caressing me… I come with a force I haven’t felt in a long time. My cum hits my stomach coating my fingers. My body shudders with release as exhaustion from the day, from Aubrey and then Brooke, overtakes me.

I shower off the evidence of my desire for a woman I have no right to want. Part of me is disgusted, the other is intrigued.

I drop face-down onto the bed. Tomorrow, I’ll face my mother and set her straight. No interfering in my love life. If I want Mother to meet someone I’m seeing, I’ll damn well introduce them myself. I don’t expect to be blindsided. Although in some ways she’s helped me. Aubrey and I had already reached a crossroads. It was a matter of when, not if, we parted ways. As for Brooke, that was unexpected, and not something I’ll be sharing with my mother. I just hope Brooke feels the same way. If not, I’ll have a lot of explaining to do.

CHAPTER 35

HARPER

New Year’s Eve.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Kat asks.

“I’m fine, honestly. I just fancied a quiet night.”

“Harps, it’s halfway through the day for you. Surely, you’re doing something tonight? You love New Year’s Eve.”

“Keeping my head down, remember? Anyway. I’ve been invited to a party. I’m just not feeling it.”

“Now I know something’s wrong.”

“No, that was the old me. What you’re experiencing is the new and improved version. Brooke has been good for me, showing me that I prefer my own company to other people’s.”

“There are too many changes, little sis. I’m worried.”

That’s not entirely true. I’ve always been a bit of a loner, preferring to keep my counsel. However, since Dad died, the voices and the guilt have made my head an unfriendly place to be.