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stomach.
    “So,” Nate says. “I have to admit that you were a first for me. I’ve never been so bad in bed that a woman felt the need to leave before the sun even came up.”
    Regret fills my chest, making its way up my throat, and I have to swallow it down. Nate must understand the look on my face, because he bumps his leg against mine to let me know that he’s just kidding, even though I’m sure he would like an answer as to why I abandoned him while he was still naked and wrapped up in the sheets on the bed in my hotel room.
    “I think you know you were anything but bad,” I say. I can’t help but smile at him, like I don’t have any control over what my body does when he’s around me.
    “But you wanted to leave.”
    “I had to leave,” I clarify. “I’m sorry that I did it the way that I did, but I went to the airport that day to catch a flight here, not…to do that. I was totally not expecting it. Even after I did it, strange as that sounds.”
    He studies my face, and I don’t like the way his eyes seem to cut right through me, down the parts that I don’t want anyone to see. “It’s okay,” he finally says, and I get the sense that it really is.
    “I don’t date,” I blurt out. I immediately regret saying it, because while it’s the truth, it makes it seem like I think he wants more from me when all we shared was some meaningless sex. A one-night stand. “I mean, I wasn’t sure how to say goodbye to you, so I figured it would be best to go while you were sleeping. I just…I haven’t done anything like that before.”
    “So you said.” Nate’s grinning, and he’s seemingly beyond expecting an explanation. He’s just enjoying watching me tie myself into knots while trying to rationalize my behavior.
    “I’m sorry, I’m bungling this,” I tell him, frustratedly running my fingers through my hair.
    “So what you’re telling me is that you used me for my body?”
    “It’s such a nice body.” The words slip out before I can even stop myself from saying them, and I know, I just know my mouth is going to get me into some big trouble around this man.
    Nate laughs again; it’s a deep, genuine laugh and his eyes are so bright when they look into mine. “You’re welcome to it anytime.”
    Even though he’s just teasing me, I know he means what he said. My cheeks grow hot, and I accidentally knock over my glass. Tea seeps across the bottom step, and I bend down to pick it up at the same time Nate does. Our heads bump together and Nate presses his palm against my forehead at the same time I do, and we’re sitting there with our fingers kind of entwined against my head. The situation is so weird that I’m fairly certain it’s a concussion-related hallucination.
    “Are you okay?” Nate asks, concern in his voice. “Do you want me to get my dad to check you out? He’s a doctor and-”
    I stand up, not completely steady on my feet. But that isn’t because of my head.
    “No, I’m okay. You? That’s good. I, uh…” I point somewhere behind me. “I better go. I was just gonna…do some stuff. There’s lots of stuff to do. Over there. In my room.”
    There’s an adorably crooked smile on Nate’s face, and he must be trying really hard not to laugh at me because he has to know that we didn’t hit our heads hard enough for me to be acting like this. His words did a number on me. His damn flirty, sexy, knock-me-off-my-feet words.
    “I’ll see you later? Maybe tomorrow, or sometime after today. Just not now. Later. Bye,” I say, watching my feet as they make their way down the stone path. I’m too embarrassed to look back at him. He’s got to be laughing at me by now. If he isn’t there’s something wrong with him.
    “Callie?”
    “Yeah?” I turn, and there’s that crooked grin. Why does he have to be so gorgeous? Why do I have to be such an idiot?
    He points in the opposite direction. “The guest house is that way.”
    Sure enough, he’s right. I mean, he would be