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figure that out?” Val blew out her air and dipped her head.
    “You're air to me, Val. Just because we can hold our breath a long time doesn't mean we don't eventually need to breath.” I slid my hand through her hair and lifted her head with my thumb.
    Admitting all this was a terrible idea, but I couldn't help it. I was so strong in many ways, but Val always found a chink in that armor. Looking at her now and seeing all the things I'd missed over the years, I didn't know if this whole bodyguard thing was going to work.
    Val pulled her face away. “I'm sorry, you're too late. I'm a different person now.”
    “Bullshit. You look me in the eye and tell me that. Tell me that you don't want me anymore.” I watched her eyes flick down, running from the truth.
    Val said nothing.
    “Valentine Dawson,” I pried her legs apart and pressed myself between them, into the concrete ledge she was sitting on. She looked up at me, unsure of what to do. It didn't matter, I knew what came next. I slid my fingers through her hair, cupped the back of her head and yanked her toward me. “We can't run from it. You will always be mine.”
    After an eternity apart and what felt even longer being around her, but unable to touch her, I pressed her lips into mine. We were alone in the universe, just Val and I. Distance, propriety and career, all the barriers had finally fallen away.
    I no longer gave a fuck that she was my stepsister. I needed her.
    Val fell into me like putty and I could tell that she needed me too. I hungrily ravished her full, pink lips, like I'd never kissed anyone before. I knew now that there was no giving her up, Val was a part of me, the best part of me.
    I finally had something worth fighting for.
     

Chapter 9
    Valentine
    Past
     
     
    “Are you sure this is okay?” I looked out through the glass gazebo walls. I could see why Marcus' family chose to live in the woods. The Jacuzzi was out on a hill, overlooking the naked late fall trees. The light dusting of white snow made the view something out of a fairy tale.
    “Trust me.” His deep voice was nothing, but confidence, as usual. Arsen's smile was dangerous in so many ways. Could I really trust him? I trusted him when I went to that party and that turned into a disaster.
    I might not be able to trust him, but as I watched him strip off his jacket and shirt, I knew I'd never be able to resist him.
    I'd only seen him shirtless once before, at the end of a game. That was from the top of the bleachers with everyone else. His tanned muscles made my heart skip a beat. Now topless, this close and just for me, my heart felt like it might explode!
    “Famous last words.” The words slipped out barely audible, I was too mesmerized by him. I snapped my eyes back to the view, hoping he hadn't seen me drooling.
    He slipped behind me to grab something from my bag. He was so close that I could smell his deodorant. “We're all alone, Val,” he whispered in my ear. “Relax for once in your life.” 
    Relax? Relax! Was he out of his mind? Did he know what he was doing to me? I played it down as much as I could, but my pulse was beating so loud that I was worried he could hear it through my bulky winter coat.
    Ka-click Pop! The sound of a can being opened right behind my ear made me jump and have damn near have a heart attack. It was immediately followed by Arsen laughing his ass off.
    “Oh, you prick!” I yelled and shoved him. Arsen slipped on the wet ground and fell into the hot tub. I uselessly reached out to him, but there wasn't anything I could do to help. He flopped in ungracefully. I immediately felt terrible. “Ohmygod, Arsen! Are you ok!”
    Only his the arm, holding the beer stoically, remained out of the water. A moment later the rest of him emerged, he still had that pleased-with-himself smile plastered on his face. I shook my head, took off my jacket and crouched by the edge of the hot tub. Arsen was completely incorrigible.
    He brushed the black matted hair