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There’s only one man who can bring me happiness right now, and that isn’t Kyle. It’s the man sitting on my bed, trying to convince me to fall in love with someone else.
    A part of me agrees with him completely. He’s absolutely, one hundred percent right. Kyle has never treated me as flippantly as he does his “bedmates,” and I know he’d never, ever hurt me. He’s an open book. He’s the safe choice. I know exactly what I’d be getting from him.
    I’d be getting…a lot. All of him. For Kyle to say he loves me… God. I know for a fact he’s never said that to anyone else. A new kind of hurt swamps me, threatening to drag me under into darkness. What am I doing to him? To my best friend in the world? Why can’t I just love him back?
    Why do so many women choose the man who’s the worst for them? The most dangerous choice? The choice most likely to hurt them? The one who refuses to give them the long-term happiness they yearn for?
    Of course I choose that one. The bigger risk. The man I know very little about. The man who’s almost guaranteed me that he’ll do nothing but hurt me. That’s the one I want.
    What the hell is wrong with me?
    I dig around in my head, trying to conjure some feeling for Kyle, but all I can come up with is that sisterly, bestie love that I’ve always felt for him. But maybe…if I tried…
    There’s so much good to see in Kyle. He’s the best man I’ve ever known. He’s gorgeous. He’s fun, and he makes me laugh.
    I think of walking with him on the beach. We’ve walked on the beach together a lot, but this time, we’d be holding hands. Kyle would be wearing his wetsuit peeled down to his narrow hips. Drops would sparkle over his tanned chest and on the wave tattoo on his arm. Our heads would be tilted toward each other, and we’d be laughing.
    It’s not an unpleasant image. At all.
    “Kyle can make you happy,” Ethan tells me softly.
    I look up at him, and all thoughts of being with Kyle vanish, wiped away by the image of Ethan as he stares at me as if trying to convince me what he’s saying is true. As if he’s pretending he really wants me to agree with him, but deep inside, he can hardly bear to lie to me like this.
    His straight blade of a nose. His slashing black brows. His high cheekbones and cheeks with their persistent dark stubble. His soft, kissable lips. His hot gaze. The way his lips feel on mine, and the way his body feels against mine. The way he holds me and talks to me and touches me…
    “I can’t help it,” I say softly. “You’re the one I want. Nothing can change that.”
    He releases a long, harsh breath. “Fuck.”
    And then he plucks the pillow out of my arms. His arms wrap around me, and he jerks me toward him. His mouth crashes against mine, hot and hard and possessive. His tongue dips into my mouth, and I capitulate with a little gasp, letting him in, my body opening like a blooming flower ready for more. Wanting more.
    His lips move from my mouth and travel hungrily up the side of my face. His hand splays over my lower back, then pushes up my spine until my nape is in his palm and his fingers are digging up into the roots of my hair. I press harder against him, and his steely erection pushes against my stomach.
    “I know it was the right thing. I know I had to do it,” he murmurs as he kisses me. He licks my lower lip, then sucks it into his mouth. “Try to convince you.” His lips move over my cheek, over my hairline and into my hair. “But the thought of you with him…with anyone… I’m too damn selfish, Tara … Fuck . I don’t know what’s happening, but I can’t stop it.”
    A shudder that seems to come from deep in his bones makes his body vibrate against mine. He holds me steady by the back of my neck as his lips move to my eyebrows. They press over my closed lids and down my nose and then across my other cheek. It’s as if he’s marking every inch of my face, claiming my skin as his own. And I let him. I want him