Chapter 16
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I stumble into the shower. I grab the bar of soap. I lather up my hands and reach for my rockhard cock.
Yes. Let’s pretend to be dating.
Let’s pretend to be dating.
Let’s pretend to be dating.
I replay those words in my head. The casual way they fell from Layla’s plump, rose-stained lips in the front seat of my truck just a few moments ago.
Shit-goddamn-fucking-hell. She has no fucking clue.
Fire races through my veins. Four hard pumps into my fist is all it takes tonight.
The idea of Layla being mine—even though it’s just pretend—has me exploding like a fire hydrant all over the bathroom tile.
I slap a palm against the wall to keep upright as my knees wobble beneath me.
Yup. I’m fucked.
Truly .