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“I don’t know.”

“Don’t overthink it, Sage.”

“What do you mean, don’t overthink it?”

“Whatever’s going through your mind right now, stop it. Maybe you don’t have to have everything figured out. Maybe everything won’t go according to plan. Maybe I’m not going to be the billionaire you marry who puts you up in a life of luxury, and maybe that’s okay. Maybe now that we have each other, we just enjoy it.”

My lower lip trembles. “But maybe I need more than that, Dalton. Maybe I need⁠—”

“Maybe you need what?” He grabs me around the waist and pulls me into him. “Maybe you just need this,” he says.

He presses his lips against me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss him back. I moan as I melt into him, and his hands run down my back.

“Maybe you just need right here and right now, Sage. Maybe this is what life is all about.”

“But what about after now?” I say, pulling away slightly.

“What about it?” he asks.

He reaches down, unbuttons his shirt, and opens it so I can see his naked chest. I swallow hard.

“What are you doing, Dalton?”

“Maybe I’m being vulnerable, putting myself on a platter for you. I guess I’m wondering, what do you want to do next?”

All I can think is that I don’t know. All I can think is that this wasn’t part of the plan. Maybe, just maybe, that’s okay.

“I’m waiting,” Dalton says as he pulls his shirt off and drops it to the ground. “Your move, Sage. What’s it going to be? What do you want it to be?”

“I don’t know. I’m scared if I tell you, my wish won’t come true.”

“Try me,” he says, grinning.

I reach out and run my fingers down his chest. “Tell me your wish, and I’ll see if I have a genie in a bottle.”

“Well, will the genie give me one, two, or three wishes?” he asks.

“I don’t know. How many do you think?”

“All I need is one,” he says. “You can have the other two.”

I smile at him, and then I take a step forward. “Okay then, Dalton, what’s your one wish?”

Chapter 24

DALTON

Sage has never looked as beautiful as she does now, standing in front of me. Her pink lips are parted, her hair looks bouncy and slightly crazy, and there is a shy, sexy smile on her face. This is the face of Sage I want to always remember—fun-loving and yet slightly nervous and eager.

“Are you going to tell me?” she asks, taking another step forward.

She runs her fingernails down my chest, and I take a deep breath. My heart is racing, and I know exactly what I want to say, yet I’m still a little nervous. Maybe because I don’t want to ruin what we have. Maybe because I know this is really something good.

“Dalton, I’m going to think that you’ve changed your mind and you have no wishes.” She offers me a teasing smile.

Like she doesn’t know I want to fuck her senseless. Like she doesn’t know how hard it is for me to resist pulling her into my arms and ripping her clothes off. I want her badly, but I don’t want her to think this is just a sex thing.

But the way my cock is twitching is telling me that, right now, all I need is to be inside of her.