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I fastenmy gaze on Sierra sitting across the table. “Mikey won’t stop pestering me about renting my apartment. He’s driving thirty minutes back and forth to work and whining about his lack of sleep and gas money.”
Tonight has been incredible, and we’re only at the beginning. I brought her to Clayton’s, a five-star restaurant outside of Blue Beech. Clayton’s is the preferred spot for anniversaries, proposals, birthdays, and celebrations.
And tonight, we’re fucking celebrating.
Sierra is cutting the Devin cord, and I can’t wait to throw that sucker away.
“You’d better tell Mikey I’ll crack a bottle over his head if he attempts to steal my roommate position,” she replies.
Shit.She’s not going where I wanted this conversation to go.
Mikey won’t steal her roommate position.
He’ll move in. We’ll move out.
“We’re more than roommates,” I correct.
She taps the tip of her chin. “Right … we’re … bedmates?”
“More than that, too.”
She looks damn gorgeous tonight. She doesn’t dress up much around me, given the bar is so laid-back, and I love the casual look on her, but she looks stunning. I nearly fell on my face when she walked out of the bathroom in a short red dress that showed plenty of leg and strappy black heels, and her hair is down in loose curls. Her lips are painted a bright red. The lipstick seems to be the only makeup she wears.
I can’t wait for the day that red lipstick stains my cock.
I shift in my chair, just thinking about it.
I’m ready to explain my reasoning for bringing Mikey’s whining up, but as soon as I open my mouth, she’s already talking.
“Have you ever had a relationship?”
“No,” I respond without hesitation. “Well … not before you.”
My honesty startles her, her bright lips lifting into a wild grin. “Are you saying …”
“Am I saying we’re in a relationship? Yes.” I cock my head to the side. “If that’s okay with you?”
She gapes at me. “We’re doing this for real?”
I don’t know who’s more excited—her or me. This is a serious step for me—wanting a relationship. I couldn’t see myself doing this with anyone but her.
“You’re divorcing Devin, correct?” I ask.
“Absolutely,” she rushes out.
“Then, it’s settled.”
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “I’m in a relationship with Maliki Bridges. My teenage fantasies have come true.”
I chuckle. “Oh, really?” I fold my hands together, rest them on the table, and lean closer. “Did you write about me in your diary?”
“Yes.” Her voice turns soft and almost childish. “Dear Diary, Maliki smiled at me today.” She cracks a flirtatious smile.“Dear Diary, Maliki said he hates annoying teenagers, and I’m an annoying teenager.”
“You have to admit, you were an annoying teenager.”
