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of me has all my emotions heightened. I want to jump out of the shower and run for the hills, never to face them again. But for some reason I can’t move. Something inside keeps me planted in that spot, eager and curious of what’s to come—where this is all heading.
    Chace’s head falls back and Finley begins taunting me. “I know you want to touch him, Quinn. I can see it all over your face.” She places a kiss on his bicep and quickens the speed of her hand.  I turn my focus to his face, mesmerized by how sexy he looks in this moment. “Do it,” Finley urges. I jerk my head at her in shock and confusion. She’s telling me to touch her boyfriend. “We’ve already crossed the line, Quinn. No backing out now.” 
    Chace’s head lifts and he eyes me. He’s not discouraging me. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel like this is what he wants—that maybe he wants me this way too.
    Chace and I stay silent, allowing Finley to instigate and persuade us both into this. I don’t know if this would have happened with us all sober. No, I know it never would have. Finley’s too put together when she’s sober. And now I know why she refrains from drinking much, if any. Apparently tonight she lost focus on her limits. But in this moment I don’t care.
    I slowly inch my way closer. With each step I know we’re about to take our trio to a level it’s never been, and it’s one that could destroy us. That alone should have me jumping ship. But I can’t. I have this whole ‘what if’ feeling flooding me. Along with a lot of horny feelings. What if we do this and it makes Chace realize that he does have feelings for me? That he cares for me more than just as a best friend? It’s selfish and oh so wrong, I know. But then I tell myself that this was never my idea. So the blame won’t ever be able to come back on me.
    Just even more heartbreak might.
    I stop once I’m right in front of him, leaving mere inches between us. Kissing guys has never been a problem for me. I’ve been called the make out queen and other names as well. But for some reason I can’t just force myself to push up on my feet and press my lips to his. I don’t want it to feel like it does with all the other guys—meaningless. And I don’t want him to think that to me he’s just like the rest.
    Finley inches her way out and says something along the lines of, “I’ll be waiting in my bed for you two.” I think she’s really stupid right now for leaving us in here alone. You don’t give a thief the keys to your car and tell them to return it in a few hours.
    I focus on his chest, watching the water trickle down. I firmly place my hands where my eyes are focused and feel him slightly shake. His chest rises and falls, and I let my hands move up and down, unsure of what to really do, but more than enjoying the closeness.
    “Chace,” I whisper, shaking my head. This is wrong. I care about our friendship too much.
    “D-don’t,” he stutters, grabbing the sides of my face with his strong hands. He pulls my face up to his and watches me closely with his eyes filled with desire. His hands twist into my wet hair, and his lips crash onto mine. His lips are soft and possessive. He isn’t sloppy or giving me drunk kisses like I’m used to for the most part. He’s very much in control, and it makes me think that this isn’t just a drunken haze that he’ll regret in the morning. Maybe he’s actually fully aware of what we’re doing…just like I am.
    My hands move to his sides and drift up and down before gripping his hips. I instinctively pull him into me. I feel his hardness press against my stomach, and I uncontrollably moan against his mouth. He’s still hard. So hard. And right now he’s hard for me.  This closeness that seems so outlandish yet familiar only fuels our fire. My mind and heart completely close themselves off, allowing my body to go full throttle.
    His lips never leave mine as his hands cup my ass. He grips it harder,