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Why haven’t I ever tried that?

I add a few to mine and take another bite.

Holy Mother of God.

He watches my reaction and grins. “Good, right?”

“Yes, amazing.” I don’t say another word until I’ve eaten every single bite of my meal.

Trey cleans up our trash while my eyes eagerly drink in the way his dress pants hug his ass as he walks to the trash bin. He unexpectedly peers over his shoulder, and my gaze leaps away, but I’m busted. He saw me ogling him.

“Are you checking out my too-tight pants?” he teases. My cheeks flush with embarrassment at being caught, and for the reminder of the drunk texts I sent him last week. Damn him.

I focus on peeling the label off my bottle of water. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He laughs as he approaches the couch. I’m ultra cognizant of his proximity as he lowers next to me. His thigh presses to mine, burning through my thin skirt like a brand on my skin.

He cups my chin, turning my face toward his and locking eyes with me. “You’re fucking adorable.” He smiles, but then his lips flatten, and his expression turns serious. I suck in a startled breath as his mouth dips toward mine, then sigh with relief as our lips meet.

All the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this vanish with the sweep of his tongue against mine. He pulls me closer, winding his arms around me as our kiss deepens.

God, I’ve missed this.

His mouth moves to my neck, teeth raking down to the curve of my shoulder. “Wish we were in my bed.” His words trigger a momentary blip of reality to flicker through my kiss-fuddled mind.

We can’t do this.

Slipping my hands between our torsos, I press my palms to his chest. “Pizza.”

Trey draws back, freezing in place. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “We can’t kiss each other anymore. It’s not right.”

“You’re right. I got carried away and I’m sorry.” He moves over, placing more distance between us. Leaning forward, his hands dangle between his knees. “We should call it a night.”

“We can finish up first,” I say.

“We’re done for now. It’s for the best,” he says. His tone leaves no room for disagreeing.

“Okay.” Rising, I make my way across the room. “See you tomorrow.”

“See ya.”

As I pull the door closed behind me, I chance a final look at Trey. His head is lowered in his hand, and he looks as disappointed as I feel.

I didn’t want our kiss to end, but had we continued, the situation would’ve escalated until neither of us was strong enough to stop.

CHAPTER 15

TREY

Since I arrived at work this morning, I’ve been avoiding calling Maeve into my office. Last night’s kiss left me feeling more torn than ever and in a bit of a funk, but I’ve delayed seeing her for as long as possible.

Dialing her extension, I speak as soon as she answers. “Come in here, please.” And I hang up the phone right away.

I’m taking a sip of my coffee seconds later when she appears in the doorway. Her expression is reserved as I usher her inside. “Please close the door.” She hesitates for a second before pushing it shut. “Sit, please.”

She drops into one of the chairs in front of my desk while I study her expression. On closer inspection, I notice the purple smudges beneath her eyes.