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“Everyone has their own journey. I was lucky enough to have a therapist for a mom and parents who valued open and honest communication. It helped shape me, but so did my anxiety. When you have panic attacks as a kid, you have to learn a lot about yourself pretty quickly. That said, I did still try to hide my anxiety from my friends.”
“Why?”
“It makes me feel weak.” His voice is even, but I can sense his discomfort.
I brush my thumb over the top of his hand. “There’s nothing weak about anxiety, and I know I’ve told you that before. I see your strength in recognizing a mental health struggle and continuing to learn how to work with it.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that. Now, tell me something about you. Actually, not something. I want to know about law school. You mentioned before that you wanted to go. Tell me more about that. What kind of lawyer would you want to be? Do you already have a program in mind? What inspired you to go down that path?”
My cheeks heat slightly. There’s something about him remembering that detail and wanting to know more that makes me run hot for him.
His mouth lifts up on one side. Even his half-smiles are sexy. He gives my hand a gentle squeeze, encouraging me.
“Um, I don’t know where to start.”
“What made you want to be a lawyer?”
“My dad. Both my parents, but especially my dad. They hated injustice and were activists for human rights, women’s rights, racial equality—anything like that. I grew up learning about those things and it fired me up too. When I originally thought of being a lawyer, that was the type of lawyer I wanted to be—fighting for those things. Maybe working at a nonprofit. Something like that. The reason I became a paralegal is sort of two-fold. When I started my three-year pre-law degree, I was considering doing law school part time and working on the side. We didn’t have a ton of money growing up, and though after my dad died, my college was paid for out of his life insurance, I hadn’t been planning on that. I wanted to be sure I’d have a reliable job to lean on if I needed it. When everything happened with my mom, I decided to put law school on hold and find a job as a paralegal. I ended up doing contracts and business law because it was reliable and paid well. I love JWAC and they’ve offered to let me work part time and do tuition reimbursement if I decide to go to law school, but I’m torn if I would do it that way because I’m not sure if I’d want to stay in the business area if I became a lawyer. I love the idea of helping new startup businesses, but I’m not sure yet.”
He squeezes my hand. “You have time to figure it out. But if you want to go to law school, I don’t want you to put it on the back burner. It’s not going to be amaybe somedaything. You’re going to do it because you deserve that. You’ve lost and sacrificed more than anyone should have to. I don’t want you to sacrifice your dreams.”
Damn.
How is he so… swoonworthy. Right. Unicorn. Alien unicorn.
And apparently, I’m turned on by alien unicorns becauseoh my god.I am about to rip my clothes off and beg him to fuck me on this table.
“I have two things to say right now. First, thank you. That means a lot to me. I want to be a lawyer. I just need to work out the timing with this.” I nod toward my stomach.
“And we will. We’ll figure it out together, but whenever you’re ready, I’m in. My income can support us and the baby, it’ll just be a matter of covering tuition.”
I blow out a breath. “Okay, that leads me to my second thing. You said watching me eat is sexy to you, well this is sexy to me. Your endless desire to fill my cup and make sure I’m getting what I need. It’s ridiculously sexy, and it makes me want to jump you.” He laughs in that deep vibrato of his and it hits deep in my core. “Miles,” I groan.
“Oh, do you need something?” His eyes fire up and he looks over at the door leading back into the rest of the restaurant.
He stands and walks over to me, pulling me into his arms.
“I need you,” I mutter as he moves slowly to the soft music playing, dancing in the small space next to our table.
He gently massages my back with one hand. “When we get home, I’m going to take you back to the bedroom and massage every inch of you.” He drops his hand down and grazes it up my thigh. “Every inch.”
“Very presumptuous of you to think I put out on the first date.”
“Oh really? Playing hard to get?” He grazes his hand up farther, brushing the crotch of my underwear.
I bite my lip. There’s no more playing. That slight touch is about to send me over the edge.
“No. Please. I need…”
“I know. Come here.”
He leads me over to the wall and presses me against it. Shoving his hand under my dress, he pushes my underwear to the side and slips two fingers inside me, rubbing his thumb over my clit as he does.
I fight off a moan as I claw at his back.
“So wet for me, baby.”
“I—I need—”
