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“Never,” he promises, and we go back to eating.
The subject changes to lighter topics. He tells me about the training he just got done with, and I laugh as he retells about some guy eating pasta before it started and throwing up after only the first mile of a ten-mile run. He complains about sleeping in a tent with twenty other dudes, and I give him an update on some of my projects and my last girls’ night with Goldie.
“She should just ask him out,” Anson groans when I tell him that her and Boss Man are still dancing around each other.
“She never will.”
“I know. We should do something to set them up, though.”
“Steal her phone and text him pretending to be her?” I suggest, and he looks at me with wide eyes.
“Okay, you had that idea ready to go,” he says with a laugh, and I blush.
“I just want her to be happy.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
When the sun starts to set, we gather up all of our trash and walk hand in hand back to his truck. He helps me into the passenger seat, and I stop him before he can close the door.
“You know, typically there’s a kiss on first dates and—”
I don’t get the rest of the words out before he’s pulling me against him, and his lips are claiming mine. My hands land on his shoulders, and I cling to him as his lips slant over mine. Anson’s hands find their way into my hair, and he fists the locks, angling my head the way he wants it so that he can claim my mouth further.
My lips part for him when his tongue slips along the seam of my mouth. He deepens the kiss as my tongue starts to tangle with his. His hands fall to my ass, and he tugs me closer to him, and memories from our one and only night together start to flash before my eyes.
I want to feel that way again. I want a do-over of that night.
“Anson,” I breathe, gripping his shirt as my body starts to heat with lust. “I want you.”
“You have me. You’ve always had all of me,” he tells me in between kisses, and I shake my head.
“I want you to make love to me,” I tell him, breaking away from the kiss.
He stares down at me, his eyes dark with love and longing, and I know we’re on the same page.
“We can go slow,” he starts. “We kind of did all of this backward, but we can go slow.”
“What? Do you want to go on more dates and get to know me better?” I ask him. “You already know me better than anyone.”
He’s breathing hard, and I can see he’s fighting with himself.
“I want you, Anson. Now, are you going to take me home and fuck me?” I ask him, throwing down the gauntlet.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I grin as he closes the passenger door and sprints around to the other side. When he climbs behind the wheel and we peel out of the parking lot, I can’t help but feel lighter and happier than I ever have before.
Our love story might not be the most conventional, we might have done everything backward, but as long as we get our happily ever after ending, then I don’t mind.
TWELVE
Anson
We both creepinto the apartment, trying to be as quiet as we can, but it’s not needed. Rhett is passed out in the living room, the TV on low as he snores away.
Lottie giggles as I grab her hand, and we dash down the hallway to my bedroom. I’ve been imagining having her in my bed for too long, and now it’s finally going to happen.
I close the door behind us quietly, and then I’m on her.
