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“Mmm…these are good.”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment. He just stares at my mouth before swallowing hard.
“Told you.”
Is it me or does his voice sound rougher somehow?
“You want more?”
“No. I’ve gotta be good today. I’ll get them on my cheat day, though. Gives me something to look forward to.”
His eyes move over my body again. “I don’t think you need to worry about what you eat, trust me. There’s not a single thing wrong with your body. But just to be sure, I should probably take a look while you’re naked. You know, for science.”
“For science, huh?”
He nods.
"You like science?" I ask.
He nods again, taking a bite of bacon.
“I’m more of an English-lit girl myself. But I guess it doesn’t matter what subjects we’re into as long as it ends up with you Slytherin into my Hufflepuff.”
He chokes on his food. I hit his back and pass him his coffee.
“Jesus, woman, are you trying to kill me?” he gasps.
“My bad,” I say, smiling.
“Here you go, sweetheart,” the waitress interrupts. “That’ll be forty dollars.”
I hand her some cash, including enough for a tip, and take the bag of food from her. “Thanks.”
Once she leaves, I stand up, and so does G. He’s so close that if I take a deep breath, my boobs will brush against him. He slides his hand over my hip like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. My pulse races like a sprinter at the sound of a starter’s pistol.
“You gonna reply to my texts?”
I look up at him and tell him the truth. “No.” I grin to soften the blow, reaching up with my free hand and grabbing his T-shirt. “You have trouble written all over you. I’m gonna do the smart thing and walk away.”
“Smart’s boring,” he says, his breath skating over my lips as everyone else in here fades away.
“Boring is safe.” I tug him closer so his lips are a hair’s width from mine. “Maybe in the next life.”
“Maybe,” he whispers as I pull back and step away.
“Fuck it,” he growls before yanking me back and slamming his mouth down over mine.
Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck. I was doing so well. I’d beaten my libido into submission. I was in the home stretch. I shouldn’t have underestimated the horny bitch.
I lose all sense of reason as G takes control, kissing me like a fucking god. I sink into it, all resistance melting away.
He pulls back just enough to look down at me, his eyes glazed with arousal, his voice thick with lust. “Fuck, baby.”
I swear to God, my womb spasms. I know there are a million women out there who would cringe at that pet name, but I’m not one of them. There’s something about it being said in just the right tone, while my lips still tingle and my skin’s on fire, that makes me want to do very crazy, stupid things.
Stupid things, like fucking him until I lose my mind.
But I’m not my mom. She was the crazy one, always chasing happily ever afters. Her dreams were wild and beautiful, but every heartbreak and broken promise was like a striking match. One day, she woke up to find that her field of dreams had burned to ashes.