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see," he says.
    I love that he doesn't question why I can't go further. He just accepts my answer and is now pondering where we’re going to go from here. "I'll help you, if you want. You’re more than welcome to come and stay with me. But first I have to tell you who I am."
    "Okay," I whisper, giving him what I think is my most trusting look. For some reason, even though I've just met Dexter, he doesn't seem like he'd hurt me. He’s huge, ripped and has lines of ink peeking out from his sleeves, but I don't think he wants to cause me any harm. He seems too proud to be the woman-beating type. And I imagine he only beds girls that actually want him.
    Just like I do. I want him so badly that it actually hurts.
    Not that I’d ever say that out loud.
    "Promise not to run?" he asks, and his eyes look vulnerable once again. "Promise you won't run away from me once I tell you?"
    At a complete loss for words, I barely manage to nod at him. Dexter looks deep into my eyes, trying to look into my soul, trying to see if I’m telling the truth or not. We're still crouched in this alley, the harsh wind making me chilled to my bones despite the hoodie he kindly gave me earlier. I just want to get out of here, so I hope he'll get it out quickly and we can go somewhere warmer.
    "I'm an outlaw," he says, his voice raw with anger and something more sinister. "I'm wanted for murder."
    I stare at him blankly as the words spill out of his mouth, not quite comprehending what he's telling me. "What do you mean?" I ask, my voice shaky.
    Murder? Did he just say murder?
    "Don't you watch the news?" Dexter gets up from the ground, looking frustrated. "I'm on every damn channel. Dexter Hart. A fucking murderer."
    I stare at him for a while longer, and slowly, snippets of the news I'd heard over the past few days on the radio come trickling back.
    I haven’t watched television for a very long time, so I’ve never seen his photo, but now that he’s said it, his name is familiar. Dexter Hart. A criminal on the run, I must’ve seen it sometime yesterday. He’s wanted for murder. The police issued a statement saying that he’s killed before and will do it again. This guy has caused a statewide manhunt, and there’s even a financial reward for finding him.
    A reward that could be mine with a simple scream for help.
    Dex and I stare at one another, each of us thinking about our options.
    And then I make my decision.
    I open my mouth to scream as loud as I can.
    But no sound comes out, because Dexter grabs me and pulls me back, his mouth firmly latching onto mine, devouring me in a forbidden kiss.
    Oh, god…

Five

Dex
    I kiss Willa because I don’t know what else to do. Plus, I've wanted to kiss her since the moment I laid eyes on her back in the bar.
    She tastes better than I ever could have imagined; sweeter, sexier and deeper. Like chocolate-covered strawberries. Fuck, she feels so good against me.
    She resists my kiss at first, her mouth firmly shut as I glue my lips against hers. She struggles against me with her arms, trying to push me away, but only feebly—like she doesn’t fully mean it. I take hold of her hands and pull her closer, feeling her mouth opening in a low moan. I take the opportunity to deepen our kiss, claiming her mouth with my tongue. Slowly, Willa melts into my embrace and her body goes slack, like she can't hold herself up any longer.
    After a few seconds, her hands find their way around my neck, twining into my messy hair. I hold her waist and pull her in as close as she can possibly get. The kiss is still hesitant, like we're both trying to gauge the other's reaction. Then, she slips her little tongue inside my mouth and moans against me again, making me groan. My hands form fists at her sides as she finally kisses me back.
    Oh, fuck…
    She’s hard, raw, biting down on my bottom lip and sucking it inside her mouth. Her kiss is angry, like she's mad that I made her do this. But that only makes it all that much