Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 375

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All of a sudden, it felt like every cell in my body lit up, a desire spreading through me that I couldn't quite put into words...

This overwhelming feeling left me feeling a little ashamed, like I wasn't being a "good" girl.

I had never felt this with Jace. Even when we were together, undressed and close, it was just nerves. There was never this deep, raw hunger-this fire.

But with Hayden? It was like something had been unleashed inside me, something I didn't even know existed.

I couldn't wait any longer. I reached for his lips, but he pulled back, teasing me. Frustrated, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my voice a breathy whisper, "Hayden..."

My voice sounded desperate, needy, like someone I didn't even recognize.

I never sounded like this before. It shocked me, but I couldn't stop. This burning desire was too strong to ignore, and with Hayden, I didn't want to hold back. With him, I felt free to be exactly who I was, no pretending. "Hayden..." I whispered again, kissing him anywhere I could-his cheek, his jaw-my lips hungry for him.

His hand gripped the back of my neck, his breath hot and uneven. "Kiki, wait... let's go home," he rasped,

his voice thick with restraint.

But I didn't want to wait.

fleeting-if we waited, it might slip away. I knew we were outside, in a parking lot, and anyone could see us. My mind told me to be rational, but my body wanted

hard kiss on his neck, sucking his skin, marking him. I stayed

his hold on my waist, pulling me so close

while, the tension between us still simmering. Finally, he loosened his grip, opened the car door, and gently slid

felt was weakness and a strange

people prefer the lights off-it

trying to steady myself. Just

my

wave of confusion hit

added, "I shouldn't have

he serious right

already embarrassed

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Chapter 375

shoved him lightly. "Stop talking,

his laugh

him, flustered. "That's not

grinned, clearly enjoying himself. "Then

I had no comeback.

realized something-you're really good at pretending," I muttered, pressing the gas pedal a little