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But I fear that’s not the case. Why else would he make me wait to have sex with him?
Dammit! There I go again. Overthinking. It’s a damn date. That’s all. Nothing more. Nothing less. What’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like I’m forced to be with him this time. I don’t have to return to his place for my safety or because my aunt ordered it.
This time, it’s my choice.
Just as it is his.
My cell dings. I check the text.
Cole:I’m here.
My insides quiver. My skin flushes with warmth.I hate that he does that to me.
“He’s here.” I glance at Aunt Willa, smoothing out my shirt.
“Have a good time.” She raises her glass with a puckish smile.
“Yeah.” I give her a chaste peck on the cheek and head out the door.
Cole gets out of the truck in jeans and a fine-fitting T-shirt, annunciating his muscles. He walks over to meet me, his steps wide and confident.
“So…” I scan his strong posture. “What’s on the agenda tonight?”
He half-shrugs with a little grin. “You’ll see.” He ushers me to the passenger’s door and opens it.
“Thanks.” I get in and gaze into his sparkling gray eyes.
Oh, how I’ve missed that blinding shine.
“You’re welcome,” he says with a dimpled smile before closing me into his truck.
His masculine flooding scent strikes me hard, reminding me of the other night we had sex. Well, if that’s what you could call the crazy mix and mess of emotions we shared.
I want to immerse myself in his scent, hold it and never let it drift away.
He clicks on his seat belt. We head out into the street.
“Where are we going?”
“The grocery store,” he replies, watching the road ahead.
“Why?”
“To pick up dinner. What are you in the mood for? Salad and something on the grill? Pasta? Homemade pizza?” He flashes me a cheeky smile. “I was thinking pizza. We’d go back to my place and make it.”
“Okay.”
“I thought it might be fun.”
I laugh. “Sounds like fun.”
We get to his flat and unload the groceries. I start the dough while he tends to the toppings.
He brushes his hands off and looks over at me. “Want a beer?”
“No.” I toss a towel over the bowl of dough to let it rise for a bit. “I’m still on call until next week.”
“I hear ya.” He walks over to the fridge. “Brett’s up next, so I’m all good.” He pulls out a beer and pops the cap off.
