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nipples that were tight and hard, begging for his mouth. This was more
beautiful and more sensual than he’d ever imagined her.
    Chase knew he should speak, or look away, but his mouth was
dry and words had failed him.
    “I forgot my towel,” she offered in a hoarse voice. “Sorry
I’m getting the floor wet.” Anne put a hand out, bracing herself on the kitchen
island.
    The place where he’d had her on her back, tasted between her
thighs and spilled inside her. He ached, wanted her again more than anything.
All his careful resolve crumbled to dust.
    “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
    She took a tentative step toward him but he was still
frozen. Anne seemed unsure of what to do herself. Perhaps the previous night
had only been because of the supplement and she didn’t want him?
    He even half hoped that was the case. Because this need that
blazed between them, it changed everything.
    That thought sobered him enough to draw his stare up to her
face and the shy look in her eyes. She swept her lashes down suddenly, as if
she were afraid to meet his gaze, and she took another careful step toward him.
    “Really?” she asked as she bit her lip.
    Of their own volition, his fingers ghosted down her arm.
“Stop fishing for compliments.” Normally his remark would be some slick
beginning of banter, but he sounded as if the words choked him.
    “Then stop being stingy with them,” she teased.
    “Anne, I think we have to talk about what happened.”
    “Why?” The moment was broken and she pushed past him to grab
her towel.
    “Because we’re friends. We’re roommates.”
    “Meaning?” She wrapped the towel around herself like a
cocoon. It had become her armor, hardening that inviting softness previously on
display.
    “I don’t want to lose our friendship, Anne.”
    “How about we forget it happened? That’s what you said after
our dance. It wasn’t a big deal. So don’t make it one.”
    “Because I know you’re not a person who can do that. I know
you have to analyze every little thing that happened and then you have to beat
each thing to death and then some. That’s just how you’re wired.” He took her
hand. “I don’t want to be the guy on the other end of that. I don’t want to be
the one you’re calling Gin about because I’m your best friend. I’m good
at being your best friend.”
    Chase didn’t say the other thing that was on the tip of his
tongue. Yes, he was good at being her best friend, but what he wasn’t good at was being in a relationship. The only thing that could be a priority
was medical school, and no woman wanted to be second to anything.
    “I’m not calling Gin up and sniveling over what happened.”
    “That’s not what I meant. See, things have already changed.”
    “Chase…” She paused. “Nothing has changed. We’re still
friends. You’re still my best friend . I just happened to like looking at
you naked. I’m not seeing anyone right now and the site fills a need. I thought
women were the ones who were supposed to have trouble compartmentalizing?” She
made a quick exit to her room, intending to have the last word.
    But those particular words hit him in the gut. They reminded
him that she used the site—and she’d just told him she wasn’t going to stop.
Now he had an image of her bringing herself off, and thinking of him while she did it.
    His cock was already painfully hard, but now he was losing
brain function because all he could think about was following her into her room
and taking her at her word. Bending her over the bed and filling her every way
she could possibly imagine.
    Chase found himself in her bedroom doorway before he could
stop himself. “What are you proposing?”
    She dropped her towel and stepped into a pair of purple,
lacy boy shorts. He was hypnotized by the bounce of her breasts with every
motion, her nipples tight and hard.
    “I’m not proposing anything, Chase. If nothing has changed,
why would I?” She smiled softly,