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Another message pops up on my screen.
Eden: You’ll have to earn it back, Colt.
I’m instantly hard. I don’t want the damn thing back. I want her to wear it, sleep in it, keep it.
I type back a simple response.
Dylan: We’ll talk terms tonight.
Eden: I can’t wait.
Chapter 23
Eden
Butterflies flit in my stomach as I approach Dylan’s building.
I’ve been thinking about him all day. It’s impossible not to.
We had another incredible night last night.
After we made love, we both fell asleep. I woke to the sound of my phone ringing.
Dylan didn’t budge so I unraveled myself from his arms and sought out my purse.
The call was from Noelle. She was worried that I wasn’t home, and since she hadn’t been able to reach me for hours, she stopped sending unanswered text messages and called me instead.
I could hear the anxiety in her voice. I knew it wasn’t all about me being MIA, so I took to Dylan’s closet to find something to wear home.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I spotted his old high school football jersey.
I slid it on over my bra and panties and left his apartment.
The look on Noelle’s face when I finally got home was one for the record books.
She didn’t ask anything after getting a glimpse of the name stitched on the back of the jersey.
COLT.
We spent the next two hours talking about her dad, her work, and a cute guy she met on the subway.
We finally called it a night at three a.m., but not before promising each other that we’d have dinner together this coming week.
I slow as I get closer to Dylan’s building when I spot his familiar frame standing outside the doors with his back to me.
The man can work a pair of jeans and a black sweater just as well as a tailored suit.
I’m glad I opted for casual tonight too. I’m wearing faded, ripped jeans and a black blouse. I don’t want a repeat of last night’s saucy mess, so I choose a dark color to camouflage any potential food clumsiness on my part.
“Dylan,” I call out his name.
He turns instantly, a bright smile taking over his gorgeous mouth.
His phone is to his ear. I watch as he says something I can’t quite make out before he tucks the phone in the front pocket of his jeans.
He rakes me over. “Great minds think alike.”
I laugh. “You can’t go wrong with jeans and a black blouse for a date.”
