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"That wasn't me. That was Jeremiah and Ezekiel."
"What?"
"They wanted to hear what Lexa had to say, and I was paying attention to you."
"I am telling Lexa, and she's going to eat them alive."
"I think they kind of want her to."
I chuckle and shake my head, cuddling closer to him. "I should have just told you."
"Hey. All of that's forgotten now. You just make good on our deal."
"Starting tonight. I love you."
"I love you."
I close my eyes in his arms, and although at some time in the middle of the night, I must have moved since I wake up with myback to his chest, I open my eyes in his embrace. I smile in the darkness, at the feeling of his chest moving against mine, at his arms wrapped tight around me as if they're reluctant to lose me, at his breath ghosting across the nape of my neck.
I stay still for a while, savoring this moment. Letting my mind release the memory of the last time I woke up in this spot, and the panic and heartbreak it gave me. That's gone now.
I slip out of his arms and open the bathroom door to let in some light, using it to get a T-shirt out of his dresser. Pulling it over my head, I leave the room. I go downstairs to the kitchen. It's easy to feel overwhelmed by the size of his kitchen, but I'm determined to make him breakfast for once. Just as I'm finishing up making scrambled eggs, beef sausages, and slightly burnt toast, I hear Jackson coming down the stairs. The smile on his face as he walks toward me is far too flattering for what I'm plating.
"It's not often I have people cook for me," he says.
"I'll be honest and say you shouldn't get your hopes up."
"I'm sure it's good."
He begins to sit, but I hurry to come around the island and stop him.
"I love you," I tell him.
"Good morning to you too." He grins.
I make my own plate as he begins to eat.
"It is good," he compliments.
I chuckle. "The fact that you sound so impressed means you weren't expecting that."
He just smiles while I sit beside him.
"It occurs to me, that I've never taken you on an actual date," he states after a while.
"We weren't exactly meeting up at restaurants," I point out. "More like fucking in the alleys behind them."
"We'll still be fucking in alleys and dark places." He smirks. "But would you like one? Tonight?"
"To have you wine and dine me? That's an automatic yes."
"Good. After we eat, I'll drive you home. Then I'll see you at eight. Wear a dress with a slit in it so I can finger you under the table wherever we go."
"God, Jackson. You really don't know the things your mouth does to me."
"Yes, I do. That's why I use it so well."
It doesn't feel quite so sad saying goodbye to Jackson when he drops me off, knowing I'll see him tonight. And since it's our first actual date, I splurge in a way I usually wouldn't allow myself to, getting a new dress and shoes for dinner. And then, it's seven forty-five and I'm getting one more look at myself in the mirror. My burnt orange floor length dress has a slit up my left thigh so high that it makes it clear I'm not wearing any panties. With long sleeves and a high neckline, the back is completely bare. Depending on what someone sees of the dress, it either looks very tame, or very risqué. But the shoes, black with sharp heels, they say only one thing.Fuck me. Which is exactly what I hope Jackson does tonight.
