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conveniently ignored my sappy side and smiled against her lips before breaking off the kiss. “It worked.”
    “What did?” she asked distractedly, her hands playing with my hair.
    “Kissing you into silence. I always see people do it in movies, and I thought it was pure bullshit.” I kissed her again. Light. Fleeting. “Now I know it’s not.”
    “You’ve never kissed someone to shut them up before?” she asked, watching me with those intense green eyes. How many videos of hers had I seen where they zoomed in to her face and her heavily made-up eyes? I liked her better like this. Natural and real. “I’d have thought you did it to dozens of women already.”
    She thought I was a man-whore? I didn’t know how I felt about that. Sure, I didn’t take things seriously when it came to women, and I didn’t do relationships, but I wasn’t exactly fucking all the women in Florida. I shrugged. “I’m kind of like you in that respect. I never let anyone get too close.”
    “Hm.” She pressed a finger against my chin, then kissed my dimple. The sweet gesture did foreign things to my heart. “Why not?”
    She made me want to tell her, which was all the more reason for me not to. I shook my head, then bumped the tip of her nose with my finger. “If I told you, I’d be letting you close.”
    “Is that such a bad thing?”
    “Yep.” I rolled her underneath me, settling between her thighs. “We’re easy and light, right? No feelings. No whispered confessions. And for my part, I promise not to fuck you over.”
    The last time I’d uttered those words had been after I failed big time. I wouldn’t fail again. This time, I was sure of my success. I wouldn’t sell her out.
    “I know you won’t.” She pursed her lips. “It’s why I picked you.”
    “You thought I looked trustworthy?” I looked down at myself. First, she’d called me beautiful, and now she seemed to think she could believe in me. I was starting to wonder if she needed glasses. Had she even looked at me at all? I was beginning to doubt it. “It’s the tats, isn’t it? They just scream of reliability.”
    She shrugged. “You might try to look like a bad boy, but I don’t think you are.”
    I reared back. “Hold on a second—”
    “No.” She grabbed my arms, holding me in place. I could have broken the hold, but I didn’t. “You looked like the kind of guy who would understand me. I have a feeling you’ve been pushing people away since you were old enough to let someone in. Maybe something happened to you that changed you? Defined who you were. Whatever it was, it made you closed off. Maybe it was something to do with your parents…”
    My heart faltered. She was way too close to the truth with that one. “It’s spring break. You need to stop analyzing me like I’m an assignment.” I rolled her onto her back and pushed off the bed. “And with that? I gotta go.”
    “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to analyze you.”
    I pulled on my boxers. “It’s fine. And I’m not leaving because of your questions.” I stepped into my pants, not quite meeting her eyes. “I’ve got something I have to do, but I’m free all day tomorrow. Want to hang out? I can plan a day of fun and relaxation. Maybe some snorkeling?”
    “I’d love to spend the day with you, and snorkeling sounds perfect.” She hesitated. “We just have to keep it private. Nothing toopublic where people might recognize me.”
    I looked at her, regretting my decision to leave already. She looked so damn kissable laying there, freshly fucked. “I know. You trust me, right?”
    She looked down at her hands, which were clenched in her lap. “Yeah. Of course.”
    “Good.” Satisfaction hit me deep, and I tilted her chin up so I could drop a quick kiss on her lips. For some reason her trust was important to me. “I’ll come pick you up at nine in the morning. Wear a bathing suit with a dress or shorts. Okay?”
    “Yeah, that sounds—” She cut herself off and held