Page 54 of Dead Pretty

And I’m still sitting here, in the exact same spot he left me.

Fuck!

I know this is the right thing. Letting him go. Not letting whatever was about to happen between us happen.

I made my choices a long time ago, and I need to keep sticking with them.

But …

I could just sleep with him once and then be done.

Yeah, because screwing your neighbor once and then ignoring him is a good idea, said no one ever.

But …

For fuck’s sake!

I’m tired of fighting myself on this. Fighting wanting him.

What’s the worst thing that could happen?

I’ll get some orgasms, and then we’ll never speak again.

Fine!

All rational thought has left me by this point. I’m solely working off emotions right now. A whole fucking mix of them. Want, need, frustration, confusion, and a ton of anger.

I’m angry with myself for being so weak. And I’m pissed at him for making me want him.

Screw it all to hell!

I’m storming out of my apartment and stomping my way over to his before I can even give it another thought.

I bang my fist on his door.

It swings open a few seconds later.

He looks like he’s going to say something, but I don’t give him a chance to speak.

I hold up my hand, stopping him. “Look, Jack, I don’t know what we are, okay!” My voice is starting to rise. I can’t seem to stop it. “I have no clue! All I do know is that I want you. I shouldn’t, but I do! I want you, and I—” I don’t get to finish the rest of that sentence.

Because Jack reaches out, yanks me against his hard body, and kisses the hell out of me.

The door is kicked shut. I’m pressed up against a wall.

Jack is kissing me.

Holy shit … Jack is kissing me.

And I’m letting him.

I shouldn’t but—

I part my lips on a breath. His tongue slips into my mouth.

And my brain switches off.

I loop my arms around his neck, holding him close.