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“C’mon, as if you hadn’t monopolized my time during the past two months,” I remind her, and I’m not lying.

Bree owns my days to the point where I went to the city with her while she took photos because I wanted to spend time with her. Not in a wrong, sick way, but the purest form of the feeling. Our connection was always there since day one. We were too stubborn to see it.

“Ma’am, your son is clingy,” Bree tells my mom.

“I am not,” I protest.

Although, thinking about it, I’m almost one hundred percent sure that I’m the clingy one out of the two of us.

Wow, I really went there.A tremble runs down my spine.

“I believe you, Bree. Stan always had some issues with being independent.”

I groan with frustration. I need to end thisnowbefore she continues to spill things about me that I don’t want Bree to know. Not that I’ve done bad things in the past, but I do have some embarrassing stories that I don’t want her to know on the first date—or ever.That’s fine too.

“Mom, I think it’s time that you hang up,” I suggest.

Her gasp echoes in the car.

“Are you asking me to leave?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“You’re mean. Who raised you, kiddo?” She sighs dramatically, putting a hand over her chest.

“You did,” I remind her in a smartass tone, and mom shows me her middle finger.

“Before I go, did you make sure to buy new condoms?”

There it is. The shame that I was foreseeing. Shrinking in the seat, I can feel the skin of my face burning, my ears hot. Even when Bree chuckles, enjoying this whole exchange, I’m embarrassed that she had to hear that.

“Mom,” I beg.

“What? I’ve told you a thousand times to practice safe sex,” mom insists, and I know that she wants to get back at me for cutting the call that way.

“Bree, just hang up,” I ask her, wholly mortified.

But she seems to have a different idea by the way that her lips curve.

“Don’t worry. I’m a responsible girl, and I bought a box myself,” she lets her know, winking before hanging up. The music plays again, but I’m too shocked to process it. “I like your mom.”

“I didn’t notice,” I mumble with sarcasm and gulp. “By the way, were you kidding, or did you really buy them?”

I wish I could say that I’m not intrigued by that part, as embarrassing as it was, it did bring something that made me curious.

“I guess you’ll have to find out.” That’s the only thing she says, digging her teeth in her bottom lip, her gaze darkening with pure desire.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ihad forgotten that dating could be fun. In the past, I didn’t enjoy them at all because the guys that caught my interest, and vice versa, were total douchebags. I’m aware now that I had been sharing my time with the wrong ones. Stanley has changed the game for me. He has put the expectation’s bar high enough that I think he ruined the dating experience for me.

Stan has left a mark so deep in my soul that no one will be able to replace him. He’s a real golden boy, and I can’t believe that he puts up with my chaotic nature. There are many sides to him. He’s a flirt, a tease, and sometimes an ass. He gets on my nerves more times than I can count, and there’s a rough edge to his golden personality. But Stanley is also sweet, caring, and loving.

I think I may be falling hard for him.

Even when I know that it’s too soon to feel anything remotely intense for him, our connection is strong. I canseehim, and I like who he is. The parts of him that he doesn’t let everyone see.

The restaurant that we picked ends up being the perfect choice because we have the opportunity to hold a conversation, sharing stories from our past until we’re both gasping for air. Stanley doesn’t act like a jerk when I eat half of my weight in fries, and stain my cheeks with BBQ sauce.

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