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NATALIE
The only reason I went home with Rand was because we had unfinished business. He was coming on strong, and I didn’t mind it because, well, he’s so flipping hot. And ridiculously skilled with his fingers. And mouth. If I admitted it to myself, I liked the over the top attention.
I wasn’t foolish enough to think this could go anywhere. I knew it couldn’t. I was human, and he was a shifter. Same as Uncle Adam with his high school sweetheart. It was a love that couldn’t be.
Not that we were in love. I’d only met him again a day ago. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. Hell, I didn’t really even believe in love. It hadn’t worked for my parents—the love part. They didn’t even like each other, barely co-existing in what experts would call codependency of mutual dislike. I had n
