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Mostly at herself.

But fuck me if it still doesn’t get my cock twitching.

“That never happened.”

I blink at her.

Then my grin spreads all on its own. “Which part?”

“All of it.”

“You’re gonna have to be more specific, Mama. A lot just happened.”

Her eyes flash. “No. Nothing happened. There was no kiss. There was no”—she gestures wildly between us, like the air itself betrayed her—“whatever that was.”

“That was you climbing me in your driveway.”

“I did not climb you.”

“Well, shit.” I lean back against the bike, grin pulling wide before I can stop it. “What do you wanna call it then? Overtime community service?”

Her eyes flash. “Mentira.”

“You kissed me like you were trying to resuscitate the needy.”

“You’re fucking delusional.”

“Maybe.” I drag my thumb over my bottom lip, still feeling her there. “But your mouth was real committed to saving me.”

“Dios mío, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” My gaze drops to her swollen lips, then lifts back to her eyes. “That’s kinda the problem.”

“You are impossible.”

“And you’re so fucking cute when you panic.”

She points at me as she backs toward her house. “This never happened.”

“Sure.”

“I mean it, Revel.”

“Oh, I know.”

“Stop smiling.”

“Can’t.”

“Try harder.”

“No.”

She mutters something in Spanish that sounds like a threat and storms up the walkway, tugging my hoodie tighter around herself like she has no intention of giving it back.

Good.

At the door, she turns, still flushed and glaring, looking like the best bad decision I’ve made in a long fucking time.