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Benji
I felt like hell the next morning. The couch may have looked comfortable when I bought it, but I found out quickly it was a real b***h to actually spend the night on. Still, I didn’t regret my decision. I didn’t trust myself to be anywhere near Carmen last night. I wanted to be far, far away from her, far enough that I’d be able to crush my desire to claim her into submission. There was no trusting that wily bastard. It had almost gotten me to succumb when I’d grabbed her during her dizzy spell. Being that close to those lips, that body, those beautifully pale eyes—it was torture of a cruel and unusual variety. A weaker man might have crumbled. Hell, I’d gotten pretty damn close. But I made it out with my promise intact. No touching. No staining. Just distance. Pure, blissful di
