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“What is it about?”

I look straight at him. “You.”

Something changes in his face. “Say that again.”

“I want you.”

His jaw tightens. “Fuck.”

“Is that a yes?”

His hand closes around mine. “Elevator.”

The second my hotel-room door closes, Ryder kisses me.

I barely get my purse onto the table.

His hands settle at my waist.

Mine go around his neck.

This kiss feels different from every other one.

There’s no audience.

No Evan.

No fake relationship.

No reason for Ryder to touch me except that he wants to.

And no reason for me to let him except that I want him too.

He backs me toward the bed.

Then stops.

“What?”

His eyes search mine. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“Clara.”

“I said yes.”

“I know what you said.”

“Then why are we talking?”

His mouth twitches. “Because you make me nervous.”

I stare at him. “You?”

“Don’t get excited.”

I smile. Then kiss him again.