I pushed him away, struggling to stand on my feet and ignoring the smirk on his face. "What are you doing here?"His smirk widened and he stepped closer while I staggered backwards. "I think what you mean to say is," he trailed a finger down my hair, "thank you." I slapped his hand away, giving him a stern look. "I mean it, Jason. What are you doing here." He shrugged. "I could ask you the same thing."From the look on his face, I could tell immediately that he wouldn't answer my question and it bugged me. This was exactly why I didn't do one-night stands, they never ended well. And I never had the best of luck. Of course, it made sense why he suddenly showed up here after our rendezvous. "Regretting it already?" His voice snapped the rest of my thoughts away. "Don't tell me you really think we shouldn't have fucked that night?"I narrowed my eyes at him, "What are you, a psychiatrist?" "Close enough," he lifted a shoulder casually, and leaned to press a kiss on my cheek. "I'm
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