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realization hit—I couldn’t go just to hold her hand. If she left me again, it was because she didn’t want me, but fuck that, because she was mine and I was hers. It wasn’t even an option anymore. Thanksgiving proved that. We belonged to each other.  
    The silence stretched between us in a silent standoff. I was searching for a sign that she would come back, that I could trust her. Even with Kyle.  
    “You said you always go back to him.”  
      Her mouth opened and closed like a fish desperate for air. I’d shocked her.  
    “How can I trust you when you said you always go back to him?” I could hear the hurt radiating in my own voice.  
    “Tristan.” She caressed my jaw with her palm. She was trying to ease the ache and it was working; her touch was intoxicating. “I can’t let you go just to babysit me.”
    “Why not?”  
    She sighed in exasperation. She was crumbling; she was going to give in. Which was good, because she really didn’t have a choice in the matter.  
    “What would I tell him?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “About us? He’s going to want to know.”
    “Fuck him. Tell him I’m your friend, your boyfriend, your lover, your neighbor; I don’t give a fuck. It’s not his business.”
    “Are you those things?” she asked.  
    “Well, I hope I’m your friend, and based on the proximity of our respective houses, I think I’m your neighbor—” I grinned at her, watching her shift her body and avert her eyes.  
    “What about the others?” she finally whispered.  
    “You’re adorable when you’re uncomfortable.” My grin widened. Her eyes narrowed and she shot me a glare. “And you're irresistible when you’re angry.” I squeezed her ass cheek and caught her by surprise.  
    “You’re impossible.”
    “And you love it.” I slid my hand down the curve of her ass and snaked my fingers between her legs.  
    “Irritating too,” she said just before her eyes fluttered back on a moan.  
    “I hope I’m all of those things, Georgia,” I said seriously, as I searched her beautiful face. Her neck arched as I caressed the damp flesh between her legs.
    “What?” she whimpered.  
    “Your friend, your boyfriend, your lover, your neighbor. I hope I’m all of those things.”  
    “Oh.” Her breath whooshed out. “My boyfriend?”
    “If you’ll have me.” I grinned and caught her lips in a kiss. I was using my charm to convince her. I knew it and I did it without shame. I was playing the cards I’d been dealt, and I played them well. She fisted her hands in my hair and arched her body into mine. I caught her with an arm behind her back as she bowed and I took her lips, ravishing her. I kissed her like my life depended on it, because it did. My life depended on her being in it. On her answer. I couldn’t give her the option of saying no.  
    “I’m afraid,” she murmured as she pulled back to take a breath.  
    “Of?” I bent over her and captured her lips with mine again, snaking my hand down her thigh and hitching it over my hips.  
    “Us.”
    “Why?” She was being candid, and I needed to take advantage. She held things inside so much. I needed her to talk. I needed to know what I was working with.  
    “Your history. Our history,” she breathed.  
    “What do you mean?” I pulled my lips away from hers and searched out her beautiful browns. Her eyes were hooded with lust and her eyelashes were so long they shaded her high cheekbones. She was completely fucking breathtaking.  
    “I’m afraid . . . your history and what Kyle did to me . . . I’m just afraid.”
    “Stop speaking in code, babe. What did Kyle do to you?”  
    Her chest continued to heave beneath me. She was still so turned on, it took every ounce of my energy not to forgo the conversation and take her right there on my floor. But I needed the answer. I needed to know what the obstacles were, if any.  
    “He cheated on me,” she murmured. Lust overrode any pain that she might