She hadn’t meant to spend the night at the cabin, and when she’d opted to at the last possible moment, she told herself that she had to sleep in one of the smaller bedrooms. It didn’t matter which uncomfortable single bed she took, as long as she wasn’t sleeping next to Van. They weren’t ready for anything. Hell, they could barely have a conversation about nothing without it being awkward. Yet, they’d done so much more last night than have a conversation about nothing. Repeatedly, in fact. Over and over again she’d fallen into Van’s arms, forgetting all the baggage they had in order to just enjoy herself with him. It had felt so good—so right—to have him between her thighs again, to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders, and to sink her nails into his back. In fact… As silently as she could, she rolled over and scanned his exposed back, biting the insides of her cheeks to keep from smiling when she spied a few lingering marks around his shoulder blades that she’d left with her nails.
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