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Oh, so it was perfectly normal,
    acceptable even, for him to get laid every night by a different woman, but she wasn’t even allowed a
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    date, let alone a sleepover.
    That did it. Jenna plunged in. “There is no one here, if you must know. Not that it’s any of your business,
    Bryce,” she sneered, “but I frequently wear this sort of thing to bed. I like nice lingerie. Now, I think you
    better go, before we both say something we’re going to regret later.”
    He reached for her arm, stopping her. “I’m sorry, Jenna. I had no right to question—”
    “You’re damn right you had no right to question me about my personal life. I don’t pry into yours, so stay
    out of mine.”
    “Sorry,” he whispered, rubbing his hand down her arm. “I’m just . . . I don’t know what’s wrong with
    me tonight.”
    “I don’t know either,” she snapped.
    “Jenna,” he said, turning her around to face him. “I just wanted to bring you something for your birthday.
    To let you know I was thinking of you.”
    “You completely forgot it was my birthday.”
    “No, I didn’t.”
    “Yeah, you did. But I forgive you. You’ve had a lot on your mind.”
    “I don’t want to fight, Jenna.”
    “Me neither.”
    His gaze drifted over her shoulder, toward the TV. “What were you watching?”
    “Nothing much. There’s a Brat Pack marathon.The Breakfast Club just finished, and I thinkPretty in Pink
    is playing next.”
    “You lovedPretty in Pink ,” he said, smiling down at her. “I should know. We watched it together about
    a dozen times.”
    She’d told him she was in love with Blane, but really, she just liked to pretend that Bryce was Blane, and
    she was Molly Ringwald’s character, Andie, and that kiss at the prom . . . that that would someday
    happen to her and Bryce.
    “What do you say we have some dessert and watch the movie? For old times’ sake,” he added.
    She noticed he hadn’t taken his hand from her arm, and now his fingers were running along her skin in
    slow, lazy circles. “Okay,” she said in a breathless rush. “Let me get the plates.”
    “I’ll find the plates. You go and relax and get ready to be bowled over. I’ve outdone myself with this
    dessert.”
    “Okay,” she said, smiling, liking the way her body had grown all soft and tingly. “I’ll get a blanket and
    some drinks. I’ll meet you at the couch.”
    As she walked away, she knew Bryce was watching her. She tried to remain confident, tried to think that
    maybe he actually liked the way she looked in the pink satin chemise. But she just wasn’t sure. And it
    wasn’t like she could look over her shoulder and see whether he looked turned on—or disgusted.
    She also knew she shouldn’t be sitting on the couch, entertaining Bryce, wearing something like this. She
    should pull on her fleece pj bottoms, the ones with the moon and stars on them, and the baggiest
    sweatshirt she could find. But the inner vixen in her quickly nixed that train of thought.
    She could do this. She would sit there in her chemise and try to believe that she looked sexy enough to
    turn Bryce on. Not that she would take it any further tonight, because that wasn’t part of the plan. She
    couldn’t just fall into Bryce’s lap. She needed to show him that she wasn’t the sort of woman he could
    beckon with just a flash of his dimple.
    It wouldn’t be easy, but she would have to ignore Bryce and how damn good he looked in his white
    T-shirt and snug-fitting jeans. She’d also have to ignore the wetness that had suddenly erupted between
    her thighs.
    Bryce couldn’t think. Hell, he couldn’t breathe. Watching Jenna saunter away in that pretty little chemise
    was playing havoc with his synapses. He didn’t even blink as he watched her walk away. The
    ecru-colored lace skimming just beneath the luscious curve of her cheeks commanded his attention, not
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