I rush to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. I’m completely red and flushed, and I’m pissed at how my body reacts to him. Our night together was the hottest sex I’ve ever had, but I’ll be damned if I give in to his good looks again.

After I wash my hands and steady my breathing, I step into the hallway and gasp when I see Gavin leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“What are you doin’?” I stutter.

“Making sure you weren’t running off on me again.”

“Again?”

Gavin moves toward me, closing the gap between us. “Yes, again. The morning after we had sex, you bailed on me. No note, no explanation, just up and left. And I want to know why.”

“I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about.” I hold my ground, not giving in. “Perhaps you have me confused with another girl you slept with.” I shrug, acting as if his accusations don’t faze me.

“Trust me, I’d never forget you, Maize. We drank, I kicked your ass in a game of pool, and by the end of the night, I had you screaming my name in bed.”

His words have a shiver running down my spine. Damn him.

“So you wanna tell me why you keep denyin’ it?”

“Because it didn’t happen.” I snort.

“It’s almost midnight.”

I nearly get whiplash with his topic change. Kenzie shouts that there are thirty seconds left.

“Yeah?”

“Since you’re so hell-bent on refusing we were together, then perhaps I should remind you what it was like.” Gavin flattens his palm on the wall next to me, and when his mouth moves closer to mine, my breath hitches. “Let me kiss you,” he whispers.

“That’s not a good idea.”

“Everyone should get kissed on New Year’s Eve. Even a frustrating, gorgeous woman like you.”

“Maybe I want someone else to kiss me.” I shrug, mocking a smile. “You’re not really my type. No offense.”

“You sure about that? I was your type the first time.”

“Again, that never happened.”

People chant the countdown, and we’re only seconds away.

“Ten, night, eight…” he says. “The opportunity might not come around again, Maize.”

Five, four, three, two…