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I nodded, cupping his handsome face. “Okay.”
“Good.” He stepped away from me and held out his hand. “Let’s grab a drink and watch a movie.”
“Shouldn’t we get dressed?”
His eyes roamed down the length of me. “Yeah. As much as I don’t want you to, I know people just randomly walk into your house.”
“Well…” I went to the dresser, bent over and started rummaging for pajamas from the bottom drawer. “I guess you’ll have to bring me to your apartment, and then I can be naked as much as you want.”
He groaned. “Fucking hell.”
I laughed lightly, thankful that the weight of our conversation had lifted some. I was also thankful that Vince had patience because I wasn’t sure if either of us were ready for that conversation. Even though I wasn’t exactly sure what all needed to be said or how it would go, I just wanted to enjoy his company. It was why I hadn’t said anything for so long. I had hoped that I would just get over it but when you love someone and they hurt you, it’s almost impossible.
While Vince got dressed, I did the same. “Vince?”
His head shot up. “Yeah?”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He did up his jeans and came toward me. Pinching my chin, he placed a soft peck on my mouth. “Whatever is going on in that beautiful head of yours, I’m not going anywhere, Queenie. No matter how much you push me away, I’ll always be here.”
***
It was the day before Vince’s birthday party and as much as I was trying to distract myself from thoughts of him, nothing worked. His words bounced around in my head. How he wasn’t going anywhere no matter how much I pushed him away. God, could he be serious? Did he want more out of this than just sex? I wasn’t sure but what I did know was that I enjoyed his company. That was nothing new but now that we’d had sex again, things changed. Quickly. He slept over a few nights ago, after finally doing what we both wanted, but we didn’t have sex again. He had the patience of a damn saint because I knew that I sure as hell didn’t.
Letting out a hard sigh, I pulled into the parking lot of The Dove Project and put my car into park. Hopefully getting some work done would help distract me from thoughts of the man who constantly invaded my dreams and every inch of my body. But I knew no matter what had happened previously between us, it would be nothing like what was coming. I had no idea how I knew, but I could feel it. Vince was intense. I had seen the same thing in his father. Whenever he looked at Vince’s mom, Creena, it was like she was all that mattered. While he loved his kids, his wife reached a part of him that no one else ever could and I wanted that.
A gentle tap on the window made me jump.
Ashton Donovan opened the driver door. “You just going to sit there or are you coming in and helping us?”
I scowled and left the vehicle. “It’s not my fault you guys are behind because we got some new volunteers that you can’t stop drooling over.”
He chuckled, wrapping me up in a hug. “How’s it going?”
“Not too bad.” I squeezed him, my heart warming. Ashton gave perfect hugs. They were firm enough where you felt safe and protected in his arms, but they never became inappropriate. Although, maybe it had just been me. He once had a thing for our friend Luna, and slept with both Piper and my sister for a short time. He got around but I knew there was someone out there for him. He just had to find her.
“Gigi.”
I jumped at the deep voice coming from behind me.
Ashton released me, glancing over my head. “Problem?”
“Nope.” Vince came up to my side, lightly brushing his fingers over my hip. “You good?” he asked me.
“Yeah.” My body heated at the subtle touch coming from him. It wasn’t like we had ever announced whatever this was that we were doing. We never made it public or even put a label on it. But I liked that he touched me in public, not caring at all who was around.
Ashton glanced between us. “This is new.”
“Nope,” Vince repeated. “Not new. Just continuing.”
“Really.” Ashton scratched his jaw. “Interesting.”
“Alright.” I rolled my eyes. “If you two are done. I have work to do.” I turned on my heel and headed toward the large building that I had been volunteering at for as long as I could remember. The Dove Project had been a part of our families before us kids were ever born. It was a part of us, and I knew even after our parents were gone, the center would continue to grow and expand and be there for people in need.
When I entered the large building that now looked more like a compound than anything, I waved to the receptionist and passed a couple of girls putting up flyers on the activity board. I made my way to the office, put my purse in one of the lockers, and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge we kept stocked.
“Well, I don’t know what you want from me, Angel. The center is growing, and I’m needed here.”
