“Thank you.” The cool night air is starting to get to me. Just as a shiver races down my spine, the Uber driver pulls up. Autumn and I say our goodbyes and climb in while Kate, Bridgette, Troy, and Garrett take the one behind us.

“Holy shit, Parker. Holden Bailey had his hands all over you,” Autumn exclaims as we pull away from the curb. At her excitement, the Uber driver glances in the rearview mirror, but I ignore him.

“We were dancing.”

“Which is code for fucking with your clothes on.”

“Stop,” I say, not able to hide my smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

“What’s ridiculous is you pushing him away. This is Holden Bailey we’re talking about. Hot as hell baseball player. In fact, I’ve heard you say more than once how hot he is. That’s how I know who he is. You’ve pointed him out to me several times.”

“He is hot. I’m not denying that. He’s arguably the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on.” It’s more than that. Holden has this way about him. His confidence shines through in everything he does, and that makes him even sexier. Pushing aside his tendency to sleep around, he’s a man who knows what he wants and goes after it. You can see that in him with every play he makes on the field. It’s a sight to see.

“And he wants you.”

“He wants in my pants. There’s a difference.” A big difference. He’s not interested in the person I am. He’s only interested in what’s between my legs.

“And that’s a problem because?” Autumn asks.

“Come on, Autumn. You know that’s not me. One-night stands are not my thing.” I don’t bother to mention that if he were anyone else, or if his reputation didn’t proceed him, I would have seriously considered a one and done with him.

“Maybe they should be. At least for one night. One night with Holden Bailey.”

“Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds?”

She shrugs. “He’s hot as sin, and from the moves I witnessed on the dance floor, the two of you have chemistry in spades. Can you imagine… ?”

She doesn’t finish her question, but she doesn’t have to. I know exactly what she’s thinking about, and she’s right. There was something there. Something hot and all-consuming, but I refused to let it suck me in. We danced, we had a good time, and that’s that. I’ll never see him again. I knew that going into this, which is why I walked away.

“Enough about Holden,” I say as the Uber pulls up outside of our apartment building. With cash handed over, we slide out and make our way inside.

“Fine, I’ll stop, but I still can’t believe you passed up a once-in-a-lifetime orgasm.”

“He could suck in bed,” I toss out. Again, we both know that’s not the case. A man can’t move like that on the dance floor and not bring it in the bedroom. It’s just not possible.

I try to remain serious but lose it, and we both start laughing. “Fine,” I reluctantly agree. “He might have been amazing in bed, and sure, I’ll never have the opportunity again, but that’s okay. He would have forgotten me the minute he pulled out, and that knowledge is worse than never having what you refer to as a once-in-a-lifetime orgasm.”

“Fine,” she huffs. “I see your point.”

“Love you, A,” I say, hugging her tight. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Rushing down the hall to my room, I close and lock the door. Quickly, I strip out of my clothes. I reach for pajamas, and I pause before getting dressed. I’m hot and sticky and in need of a shower. Pulling my silk robe from the back of my bedroom door, I grab my clothes and head across the hall to take a quick shower.

All I can think about is him and the way it felt to have every inch of him press against me. I’m horny as hell, and all we did was dance, but I refuse to do anything about it. Instead, I deny myself the release that I need and rush through my shower. Tonight was fun, but it’s over, and there is no use wishing it wasn’t.

I wake to the sound of my cell phone vibrating across my nightstand. I groan before blindly reaching over and tapping the stand until I find it. Carefully, I unplug my phone from the charger and squint to look at the screen. When I see my older sister calling, my heart drops, and I’m pushing accept.

“What’s wrong?” I ask Paisley. She never calls me in the mornings.

“Are you sleeping? It’s noon.”

“I got home late.” I also had a hard time falling asleep thinking about a pair of light blue eyes attached to a man with big strong hands and a hard body. That’s not the only thing that was hard, but we’re not thinking about that.

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