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An hour later, they had been working but were getting absolutely nowhere. Every time she’d come up with a line, he’d shut it down. What she thought sounded good, he thought was terrible. The flow they had shared the previous day had yet to unveil itself. She was aggravated and she hated that he looked so good in just a white T-shirt.
Lawson sat down his guitar and huffed at her. “What’s wrong?”
“Why does something have to be wrong?” she asked back.
“Because yesterday you were on fire writing with me and today I can’t even get one good line out of you!”
“I’m trying!” she yelled at him.
“Not hard enough!” he yelled back
She stood, throwing her journal at him. She had to get out of that room. She had to get away from him. As she cleared the door, he followed her.
“Can you just cut me some slack? I just ran into my ex!”
His hand caught her arm, pulling her to look at him. “I’m not going to baby you.” His voice reverberated inside her body.
“I’m not asking you to.”
“Then what do you want from me?”
He looked down at her with those green eyes and stubbly face and it was nearly her undoing. She pulled her arm out of his grasp.
“I want you to put a damn long-sleeved shirt on!” she yelled as she backed away from him, looking at his tattooed arms, trying to put some space between them.
He smiled as he realized why she’d said that. “Do my tattoos bother you?”
He stepped toward her and Summer stepped back.
“You could say that,” her voice was shaky. She swallowed and licked her lips.
“How so?”
He took another step toward her and she took another one back. Her mouth went dry as her eyes met his. The look confounded her as she realized desire was staring back at her.
Summer didn’t respond. Instead, she took one last step backward until she wasagainst the pool table. He was closing in on her. Her brain told her to move, but her heart was all-in, plastering her feet to the floor where she stood. He was inches from her face, and his body barely touched hers as she held on to the pool table for balance. She flinched when his hands finally touched her arms lightly sending goose bumps all over her body.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
How was she supposed to answer that when her body wanted him so badly, but her head screamed to stop?
“You scare me.”
“I scare you?” He looked astonished.
“I’ve never done this sort of thing before.”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
Both relief and panic ran over her. Her head was relieved, but her body panicked because it both wanted and needed this.
“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s what’s going to happen later that scares me.”
He brushed his cheek against hers. Her breath caught as the stubble on his cheek ran over hers and goose bumps formed all over her body. “Live in the moment with me,” he whispered into her ear.
