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faster. He was headed to the restroom and bumped into my chair, knocking my notebook onto the floor. He bent to pick it up, our eyes and hands connecting at the same time. It was in that exact moment that I knew my life would never be the same. He was there with a small group, a few guys and one girl who kept throwing daggers at me, but I paid her no attention. Not when Harrison was there. He has this way of commanding a room wherever he goes. It’s what makes him the most sought-after trainer in town.

We both worked hard through school—me in early education and him in kinesiology. Our classes were completely different, but that didn’t matter. We always found time to be together, even if it was for a late-night study session. There was always plenty of kissing, too. He learned quickly that the fastest way to get my motor running was to gently trace his lips along my jaw and to nibble on my earlobes.

Just. Like. Now.

“Harrison,” I gasp, blood swooshing through my veins and igniting my body.

“Fuck, I’ve missed the way you say my name.”

I don’t bring up the fact that this is just temporary. A one-time thing. Two old flames doing something wild and crazy, something they definitely shouldn’t be doing. But when have I ever listened when it comes to Harrison Drake? I’ve always been the woman at his side, the one who would follow him to the end of the earth and not bat an eye at it.

But then it changed.

Everything changed.

Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I concentrate on the way he gently lays me down as if I were made of glass on top of our bed. My bed. The one that I had to immediately buy new bedding for because I couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping on those same sheets without him. He swipes at the throw pillows, the ones I added after he left. He always hated them, you know. Didn’t understand why you’d need to make your bed with fancy little pillows just to mess it up again at night. Anyway, those fancy little pillows he despises so much fly across the room and land in a heap on my bedroom floor.

My shirt quickly follows. With the quickness of a jungle cat and the expertise of a professional clothes-remover, my button-down shirt is practically ripped from my body, tiny buttons raining down on the bedspread. He slowly helps me out of the sleeves, never rushing or risking hurting me. No, Harrison would rather cut off his own arm than see anything cause me pain. He’s always been my biggest protector, my biggest supporter, and if there’s ever a tear in my eye, he’d make sure whoever caused it knew true pain.

At least he was. A long time ago.

But even though Harrison is big, muscular, and maybe even a tad intimidating, I’ve only ever known the gentle teddy bear side of him. The side that loves fiercely and protects viciously, and for so long, I was that sole focus. Now, he turns it on once more, but this time I know it’s only temporary. It has to be.

He pulls back and gazes down at my exposed midsection. “You’ve lost weight,” he says in a disapproving tone.

“That’s not for you to worry about,” I remind him, my words coming out in short little pants.

“Angel, I will always worry about you.” He bends down and runs his nose along my neck. “Always.”

A shiver sweeps through my body and my hands dive into his dark hair. Not wanting to think about the tenderness and meaning behind his words, I pull his face back to mine and swipe my tongue along the seam of his lips. It has the exact response it always has. His eyes dilate and his nostrils flare. He’s moments away from losing all control.

And I know just how to push him over the edge.

Wrapping my legs around his hips once more, I gyrate against his incredibly hard, exceptionally large erection. The man is hung, and the moment I grind my pubis against him, he growls, flexing his hips and rubbing in the place I need him most.

I grab at his shirt, anxious to see the incredible physique I’ve missed for nine long months. Harrison grips the back of the neck and pulls it over his head in one swift motion. His pecs flex, his abs dance, and his corded arms twitch as I drink