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What the hell is happening to me?

“Lennon.” I whirl around as the voice says my name. There is someone standing there but my vision is so blurry I can’t make out who it is. They reach towards me and I stumble backwards, losing my balance and falling onto my ass. My bracelets jingle against each other and it feels so damn loud. Reaching up, I cover my ears.

“Maaaa…ke it… ssssstop,” I whisper, dragging my body along the floor as best as I can until my back meets the wall. I curl my knees up to my chest and let out a whimper.

Dalton.

I need Dalton.

Chapter Seventeen

Rooster

I’m addicted to her.

So fucking gone over this girl that it’s not even funny.

“Death by orgasm,” she half shouts to me and falls into a fit of giggles and I can’t pull my gaze away from her stunning fucking face.

God, she’s so fucking beautiful.

I lean in and steal a kiss because there is no way in hell I can resist her.

Never stood a goddamn chance.

“Death by blue balls,” I answer and she falls into a fit of giggles.

God, I can never get enough of her laugh.

“I love the sound of your laugh,” I whisper against her lips and pull back just enough to see the color staining her cheeks. Her smile is full as she stares up at me like she’s just as gone for me.

I fucking hope so.

“I love your smile.”

What?

“Oh, do you?” I ask, my heart pounding hard as warmth spreads through my chest. “You’re full of confessions tonight.”

She stares up at me and then her brows furrow and I want to kick myself for saying anything.

Goddamn it.

Don’t pull back now.

I cradle her face in my hand, her soft skin driving me crazy as I drag my thumb back and forth across her cheek. “Don’t stop. I like it.”

“Okay,” she whispers, dropping her gaze as her blush deepens. But then we’re dancing again. Her eyes are closed as she loses herself in the music and I’m transfixed.

The way she moves.

The sound of her laugh.

That gorgeous fucking smile.

I swear, she sucks all the air out of every room she walks in to.

I wrap my arms around her waist, keeping her secure to my body as she reaches up and grabs her hair, holding it on top of her head. A little bead of sweat rolls down the side of her face and I barely resist the urge to lean in and lick it off. Her body sags slightly and she opens her eyes. She looks around the room, her brow furrowing and every muscle in my body tenses as I study her.