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No. FUUUCCCK. NO! That was drunk me thinking of that shit. Sober Maddox would never think of fucking his best friend, I told myself.
His blue eyes smoldered with something I couldn’t read – dark and intense. Friends, I told myself. We were best friends. But friends didn’t look at each other the way we did. The past five days had been sweet torture. Sweet because I spent every waking hour with Maddox. Torture because I spent every waking hour with Maddox. Dancing… touching… breathing so close to each other’s lips… but reminding myself to pull away.
Riley paused at the door of her room and glanced back over her shoulder. “Stop hiding and stop ignoring it. You know what you feel. You’re just refusing to acknowledge it.”
