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“I never meant for my parents to make you feel less than.”
“They didn’t. You did. And I did.”
“Then we suck, because that’s so not true.”
She grins, stands up and pulls me up too.
I tell her a truth. “I didn’t make a big deal to people who didn’t matter when you came to Boston because they’d make me break up with you. Not because you’re poor but because I’m rich.”
She slides her palm against mine. “And now?”
I hand her the money maker gun. “You’re rich too.”
She laughs fully and pushes the cart down the cereal aisle.
“No more lies or hiding agendas. I’m not allowed to date you. I’m not allowed to fucking do anything right now.”
She laughs a little too hard, and when I don’t join her, she stops.
“Again?”
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He laughs and I feel lighter as if everything is manageable, if that’s even possible with a full course load coming and a life I want to lead as well. I maneuver us toward the sheets.
“I don’t accept it,” I say.
“Not sure it’s your choice, with the tabloidist divorce, the expectations of the board, my father and everyone…”
“Never underestimate the bad girl.” I grin.
“Or the black sheep.” He kisses me quickly.
“Where does that leave us?” I pop a hip, and he smirks, seeing that I’ve led him to bedding.
He takes my face in his hands. “How do you expect me to navigate this shit storm or anything, including adventure, without my true north?” His lips are quick against mine and I sink into a kiss that’s not quite appropriate for where we are.
I grin and grab his ass. “Mine.”
“If you say so,” he responds. We’re a whisper away from each other. “I love you.”
“Good. Now get what you need so you can show me.” I shoot back.
He claps and yells, “There are so many fucking sheets! How do you pick out sheets?”
“I’m not the one who can’t fuck me on motel sheets.”
He yanks me to him and puts his lips to my ear. “I can fuck you right here if you’d like. Bend you over the assorted college furniture or perhaps we take a stroll over to electronics and see how well the cameras broadcast on the bargain televisions so everyone can be fucking jealous they don’t get to have you the way I do. Don’t tell me I can’t fuck you anywhere anytime. I just don’t want your perfect ass to get sheet burn from the shitty sheets. It deserves the finest silk…” I lick my lips as he picks up a pack of sheets and says aloud, “But these will do.”
My eyes are popping out of my head. He grins, picks up several more sets of sheets and sticks his hands inside.
“These are so good. And does everyone know how cheap these are? Do you need some? Do you feel this one?”
I lean back against the pillowcases and watch this dazzling, sexy-as-hell man get excited over sheets.
“Wait until you see the dollar aisle,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, so no one notices that my nipples are peaking from the air-conditioning and the things he just said to me.
He leaps in front of me. “In the words of Tina Fey, ‘I want to go to there.’”
