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His eyes shine but I can't resist teasing him. "No, we haven't dated properly yet."
"We've done plenty of other things..." His gaze moves towards my tight T-shirt.
"So, plenty of people do 'other things' without dating," I say nonchalantly.
"I want to date you. You never gave me the chance."
"We went to Sandchurch"
"And look how that ended. Sky, let me take you out somewhere for a real date."
"Where? You can't go anywhere public."
"Says who?"
"Your rampant horde of social media toting fanatics."
He shakes his head and rubs a finger along my mouth. "You're funny."
"And you're famous."
He slumps back. "Okay, we'll talk about this later, but Iwilltreat you like a real girlfriend, not hide you. How long before you need to return to work?"
"I'm on a temporary contract. If I don't work, I’m not paid. If I don't get paid, I lose my home."
"I could find you a job?" he suggests.
I bristle. "Remember what you said about not changing me or running my life?"
Dylan strokes my hair. "I didn't think. I just want to help you."
I rub my eyes, tired from my late night in Dylan's bed. "I agreed to be in your life, but I need to do this slowly."
"Sure, I understand. You need to go back home."
"This isn’t because you’re famous. I wouldn't move in with a guy straightaway, Dylan—especially not so soon after Grant. I have to take one step at a time."
This place is amazing—a dream house—but it's empty, and I understand why he wants me to fill the space.
Dylan squeezes me to his hard chest, and I bury my nose against the soft cotton shirt, inhaling the scent that remind me of Broadbeach and sex.
"So we can try?" he whispers into my hair.
Seeing Dylan with the dark-haired girl last night slapped reality across my cheeks. I want to try with Dylan and can't stand the thought of him with anyone else.
"Sure, but if you stalk me one more time we’re over." I pull back and when I see the amused look on his face, I frown. "I mean this. What you did wasn't good. I won't be treated like that!"
"Okay. I promise. Sorry. But I would fight for you, always." He smiles. "You'll wait to leave until tomorrow?" he asks.
I brush my lips against his. "Okay, tomorrow."
