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against her skin. When she heard Neal stir beside her, the memory of the night before flooded her mind. She squeezed her eyes together as regret made the pleasure of the evening seem insignificant.
    She put her hand over her mouth. Before he’d only seen her naked for a second, but last night he’d explored. She hadn’t been ready for any man to see her, especially one as perfect as Neal. But he hadn’t seemed to mind, quite the contrary. Before she let herself think any further about it, she remembered something else and let out a small moan. Why had she said all those things last night? Did she really tell him she had been a fat kid? She hadn’t had that much to drink! And, even worse, she’d told him all about Larry.
    “Shit,” she said under her breath. Neal had felt sorry for her. It had been pity sex. She jumped out of bed, taking the bedding with her.
    “Hey,” he said, his back to her, attempting to grab the sheet as it slid off of him. He lay there completely naked. She eyed him swiftly from his shaved head on the pillow to his cute butt, which appeared small and pale compared to the rest of his very masculine tanned body. He turned over to face her, and she couldn’t stop the sigh that escape her lips from the full sight of him.
    And then he smiled up at her. “Good morning.”
    “Get out.”
    His smile went limp and she wasn’t going to check to see if anything else did. She turned to her suitcase on the floor and pulled out random clothes.
    “What?”
    “You heard me.” She went to the bathroom and shut and locked the door.
    She stared at herself in the mirror. She was a mess. Her makeup was all smeared and her pores were uncovered. Stepping back, she opened the blanket and examined her body but then jumped and covered herself back up when she heard Neal pounding on the door. “Out, Neal! I’m not going to discuss this.”
    “I gotta pee, then you can throw me out.”
    “Go to your own apartment and pee.” She grabbed her brush and yanked it through her hair.
    “Seriously? I don’t know what your trip is this morning, but I’m not leaving until you let me take a piss. I swear I can’t hold it much longer.”
    “Uhh!” She wiped under her eyes with a washcloth before opening the door.
    Neal actually did seem like he was about to bust as he squirmed.
    “You’re such a child.”
    He stuck his tongue out at her.
    She moved out of his way, still holding all the clothes and the sheet in her hands as she maneuvered back to her room.
    The bathroom door slammed.
    What the hell had she done? This was so unlike her. She hadn’t intended on sleeping with Neal. This had not been planned! She had not thought it through. She had not thought of the morning after or anything. This was bad. This was horrific. This was going to change everything.
    As she put her clothes on, she tried with all her might to stay mad at herself. The night before, however, kept seeping into her thoughts. She exhaled as she sat on the bed, the memory of him gently laying her down on the bed sent tingles up her spine. He’d been so different than any lover she’d ever been with. He’d been so powerful and masculine, yet gentle. Even the feel of his hands against her skin had been this new fascinating sensation. She was used to smooth on smooth. Neal had a working man’s hands. They were the hands of a real man: textured, roughed . . . skilled.
    Neal stormed out of the bathroom. He stood there, his face and entire head all mad-red, as if he wasn’t completely naked. “What the fuck? Is there something you’re not telling me? You have a split personality or something?”
    She cleared her throat, and her mind of her silly thoughts. “Yeah,” she said but couldn’t look him in the eyes. “And they both don’t like men who seduce vulnerable women.”
    “Vulnerable, my ass. You begged for it.” He put his hands on his face and dramatically rubbed them down his face, distorting his voice while saying, “I’m soooo