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“Do I get a say in this?”
Her nose wrinkles. “You like him.”
“Isla, cutie pie, why don’t you get the ingredients ready for the pancakes while I go talk to your mom?” Fender doesn’t wait for her response before he nabs my hand and drags me down the hallway toward the bedroom.
As soon as the door is closed behind us, he pushes me up against the wall and frames my face with his hands.
“You’re my boyfriend now?”
“I am,” he grumbles. “I’ve slept in this bed with you twice now. I’ve been inside you without a condom. This is no longer casual.”
“Slept? I don’t recall much sleeping.”
He tilts his head to the side and studies me. “Are you teasing me?”
I shrug. “I may have heard a bit of your conversation with Isla.”
“Good. Then, it’s time to get some things straight.”
“Things straight? Are you going to give me your varsity jacket and ask me to prom?”
“Never lettered in a sport.”
My eyes widen. “You never lettered in a sport?”
“No.”
“Not even football?”
“Never played football.”
“Did you play any sports?”
“Nope. I’m a musician.”
“But how?” I motion toward his body, his very fit body. He smirks and I slap him. “Stop smirking. You know what I mean.”
“Playing on stage for several hours each night requires stamina.” He presses his body against mine. “And you know I have stamina.”
Oh boy, do I know. “So, you’re my boyfriend?”
“I’m not a boy,” he grumbles. “But this is serious. And we’re exclusive.”
I debate continuing to give him a hard time, but why would I? He’s the man I love and he wants a serious relationship with me.
Am I scared? No doubt about it. Worried I’ll get hurt? Hell yeah, I am. But I also realize Fender isn’t Charles. Charles never cared about Isla the way Fender does. Charles never cared whether I enjoyed sex with him the way Fender does.
You never loved Charles the way you do Fender.
This time I don’t fight with my inner voice. She’s right and I’m done fighting.
“Okay.”
His eyes sparkle and he smiles. “Okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
I get a brief glimpse of those dimples before he melds his mouth to mine. I open up for him and he dives in. He always kisses me as if he can’t get enough. As if he’s starving for me. It’s intoxicating.
