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I hook my arm through Kyle’s and skip forward as if I were Gloria’s age. “Thank you, thank you. I had so much fun!” I scrunch my nose up. “The arcade part, not the Kent part.”
He chuckles while dragging me closer, and I inhale the masculine scent of him.
God, I love his smell.
“You having fun was my goal for tonight, so that makes me happy.”
I peek up at him. “You know, I’ve never acted like a kid before. It was freeing, not worrying about everything and having fun. I don’t remember the last time I did that.”
He tightens his hold, and we stroll past a couple making out. “We can go back whenever you want. Next time, we can bring the kids. They’d have a blast.”
My heart flutters, and we don’t lose contact.
“Why are you so good to me and my family?”
“Family means everything. My brother, my sisters, my mom—they mean the world to me. I like you. That means, I like your family.” He clicks his tongue. “With the exception of your sister—no offense.”
I laugh. “We can’t love them all.”
I love that he thinks about that stuff, that he thinks about Trey and Gloria being like me—children never given the chance to do anything like go to an arcade. Sure, I give them more than I had while growing up. We’ve seen movies and gone to fairs, and I’ve taken them shopping but never anything like the arcade.
This, I would’ve remembered as a kid.
This, I’ll remember as a grown-up.
I realize three things as I walk down the street with him.
1. I never want Kyle to leave.
2. I’m falling for him.
3. I’m terrified of losing him when he learns my secret.
* * *
I kickoff my shoes when we make it back into the hotel room and collapse on the bed. “Kyle Lane, you let me drink too much tonight,” I sing—no, slur. “I will be placing all blame on you for tomorrow’s hangover grumpiness.”
He chuckles and heads over to our luggage. “Hey, you’re the one who insisted on three margaritas while we played Whac-A-Mole. That’s all on you, babe.”
I glare at him with just one eye. “Don’t blame a girl for having a good time.”
He grabs our bags and sets them on the luggage rack. “Trust me; I love watching you enjoy yourself. Now, what do you want to sleep in tonight?” He unzips my bag and shuffles through it. “Did you pack pajamas?”
I drag myself up to look at him. “Huh?”
He continues searching through my bag until he pulls out a pair of pajamas. “You sleep nude when we’re together, but what about when you’re traveling … not naked?”
I jerk my head toward the pajamas in his hand. “Those.”
He tosses them to me.
“You’re okay with me sleeping in these?”
He stops going through his bag to look at me. “I’m sorry, am I okay with what?”
“With me not sleeping nude,” I clarify.
He blinks. “I’m still not following, babe.”
