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force her to go to rehab. I moved her money into a joint savings account
with me. It pays us an income, but we can’t touch the capital. Otherwise, if
she had access to it, she’d fritter it all away. All I can do is let her enjoy
the one thing that makes her happy, even if it’s slowly killing her. I just
need to make sure I’m there as much as possible to watch out for her and make
sure she doesn’t hurt herself, or anyone else, while she’s drunk.” I put both of
my small hands on his wide chest and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him on the
cheek. “What was that for?” he asked, looking surprised as I settled back down
on my heels.
    “You’re amazing, looking out for
all these other people. I’m not sure if anyone ever takes the time to tell you
that, but you are.”
    “I’ve been told I’m amazing in
bed, if that counts,” he grinned with a wink, breaking the moment, as if he
wasn’t used to getting a sincere compliment and needed some levity to ease the
situation.
    “I don’t doubt it. From what I
heard from your four admirers last week, it sounds like you get plenty of
practice.” The thought made me shudder. I didn’t like thinking of him with
other women.
    “Not lately, I’ve been positively
saintly,” he laughed, leaping off the rock and turning to lift his arms to help
me down. I shrugged on my backpack and took both of his hands, and he
controlled my descent as I slid down, his body to the front and the boulder
behind me. My feet connected with the rubble terrain with a thud. Damn it, I
was trapped, with the hottest man alive pressed up against me, and I was sure
that wasn’t a banana that I could suddenly feel pressed against my stomach. The
thought that he was hard, down there, made me physically tremble against him. I
was eye level with his throat, and I could see his chest was rising and falling
as rapidly as mine was. I could hear his deep breathing, feel his fingers
curled around my bare upper arms, my skin burning from where they radiated
heat. My body was aching to feel them move across my skin. To touch my painful
nipples, to skim my waist as he … “Sky,” he rasped. “You’re really testing my
patience. There’s only so long a guy like me can hold back.”
    “I won’t be rushed into something
I’m not ready for, Nate.” Did I really just say that? After the dirty thoughts
I’d just been having? “We’ve only known each other for three days,” I reminded
him.
    “I’ve known women for less than
three hours before we fucked,” he stated with a touch of pride, like that was
supposed to impress me. It did the complete opposite, and I shoved him hard,
catching him by surprise and forcing him to stumble backward.
    “Well, stop pestering me then and
go hit on one of them. I’m sure there are more than enough who are willing to
spread their legs for you without you going to all this effort and ‘testing
your patience.’”
    “Sky,” he called, as I grabbed my
bike and wheeled it over the rough ground toward the road.
    “Don’t, Nate. Two minutes ago, I
thought you were amazing, and with one sentence you just completely obliterated
that feeling and made me think of you as a sex-obsessed, arrogant jerk, only
out for his next score.”
    “I’m twenty, Sky,” he yelled as I
mounted my bike. “Like most guys my age, in fact scratch that, like most guys period, I’m sex-obsessed. It’s pretty much all we think about when we’re
not distracted with other things.”
    “Fine, but you’re still an
arrogant jerk,” I shot back over my shoulder, as I headed out on my bike and
turned right.
    “Wrong way,” he yelled, making me
brake and check the road was clear before I did a U-turn and biked over to the
other side. “I’m sorry, ok?”
    “Whatever,” I tossed back,
furious with him. We’d been having a really nice day. I’d stood up for him with
Pops, I was even starting to believe he wasn’t the kind of guy Rosie had warned
me about, that maybe he was just

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