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Now that I’ve finally had her, I’m terrified I won’t be able to let her go. This—tonight, right now—feels like she’s mine. And that’s exactly what I want her to be.

I slowly pull out and watch my cum drip from her pussy. I’ve never fucked without a condom. I’m not sure what possessed me to do it tonight, but I like knowing that she’s full of me.

I lie on my side next to her and drape my arm over her stomach. “Thank you for agreeing to go on a date with me.”

“It was the easiest yes I’ve ever said.”

I kiss the corner of her mouth, then her cheek and neck. I could kiss her all night long if she’d let me.

“Come home with me tonight.” It comes out of nowhere, but I’d love to have her in my bed, make her come a few more times, and wake up with her legs wrapped around me.

She looks at me and sighs, “I can’t. I have to work the farmers market in the morning.”

I fall onto my back and groan, rubbing a hand down my face. “Right.”

She leans over me and kisses me. “I wish I could, though.”

“I wish you could, too.” She rests her head on my chest, and we lie there in peaceful silence for so long I’m afraid I might fall asleep on the ground, completely naked under the starry night sky.

“I should probably get you home so Dottie doesn’t yell at me,” I finally say, even though it’s the last thing I want to do.

She laughs softly into my chest. “Alright.”

She sits up and gathers her clothes, holding her ruined underwear. “If you didn’t want me to wear underwear, you could’ve just said so.”

I laugh. It was probably a ridiculous move to cut them off when I was so close I could just slide them down her legs. But my brain was thinking of the fastest way to get to her, and my hand instinctively went to my knife.

“Sorry about that,” I tell her, but I’m really not.

“It’s ok. I’d rather not wear Walmart panties, so maybe don’t do that to the next pair. I didn’t bring that many with me, and I’m still figuring out the whole laundry thing.”

She slides her dress over her body, and all I can think about is how she probably has a drawer full of these skimpy little thongs. “You are something else, Olivia.”

She smiles. “That’s why you like me.”

Ain’t that the fucking truth.

CHAPTER 17

Olivia

Dottie hands me a box of small sunflower bouquets to put in the truck bed. A smile creeps across my lips even though it’s barely six in the morning. Sunflowers will forever remind me of Landon. I still can’t believe he planned such a sweet first kiss for us. Serena squealed so loud through the phone when I told her about it. She said it was straight out of a movie.

Dottie notices my smile and asks, “How was your night last night?”

She was asleep by the time I got home, which is a good thing. I don’t think I would’ve been able to look her in the eye after what Landon and I did. Not that we did anything wrong, but seeing someone right after you just had sex is a little awkward.

“It was really good,” I say as I push the box onto the truck. Although good might not be the right word. It was amazing. Earth-shattering. Life changing. But I’ll keep that to myself.

“Wow, I don’t think I’ve seen you smile that big since you got here.”

Honestly, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face even if I tried. I smiled when Landon kissed me goodnight. I smiled as I walked to my room. I smiled as I changed and climbed into bed. And I woke up this morning, way earlier than I wanted to after having a late night out, smiling.

Because Landon Bowen makes me fucking happy.

I shrug, and Dottie laughs. “He’s turned you into a lovesick puppy.”

Maybe he has. And maybe I’m not mad about it. Go ahead and get me a collar that says ‘Property of Landon. Call him if lost.’