<span id="kobo.7.1">I<span id="kobo.8.1">‘d never been ashamed<span id="kobo.9.1"> to look at my own actions with a critical eye and admit when I was right or wrong. <span id="kobo.9.2">I never lied to myself.
<span id="kobo.10.1">I was attracted to Reese Maxwell; I wasn’t going to deny it. <span id="kobo.10.2">After the divorce, I’d set rules for myself. <span id="kobo.10.3">I wouldn’t date any time soon, especially not someone who was a public person in any way, shape, or form. <span id="kobo.10.4">And yet I couldn’t stop thinking about Reese. <span id="kobo.10.5">But I wanted to respect her boundaries, so over the next two weeks, I kept the contact to a minimum.
<span id="kobo.11.1">But I knew tonight was going to be challenging.
<span id="kobo.12.1">The event was taking ce at a gallery in Bucktown. <span id="kobo.12.2">Monika had included a lot of details in the email. <span id="kobo.12.3">I’d skimmed over it; I didn’t care because I wasn’t going to engage in any silly activity tonight. <span id="kobo.12.4">I’d write a big fat check and be done with it. <span id="kobo.12.5">I was here for Reese and Reese alone.
<span id="kobo.13.1">And just like that, I was breaking yet another rule. <span id="kobo.13.2">I was chasing a woman who wasn’t ready. <span id="kobo.13.3">What the hell had gotten into me? <span id="kobo.13.4">I wasn’t ready either… <span id="kobo.13.5">was I?
<span id="kobo.14.1">Over these past weeks, I’d also done something I’d never done before: I had Malcolm investigated. <span id="kobo.14.2">I knew what he’d been up to these past few years. <span id="kobo.14.3">He was working at an obscure investments firm. <span id="kobo.14.4">They likely paid a good sry, but not enough for him to be attending charity events.
<span id="kobo.15.1">‘Ms. <span id="kobo.15.2">Maxwell, you’re here,’ a voice said behind me.
<span id="kobo.16.1">I turned around and nearly choked on my breath. <span id="kobo.17.1">Is this woman trying to kill me?
<span id="kobo.18.1">She looked absolutely stunning. <span id="kobo.18.2">Her dress was light pink with some sort of spaghetti straps that were bunched together on one shoulder. <span id="kobo.18.3">I walked straight to her. <span id="kobo.18.4">I heard someone call my name, but I couldn’t have cared less.
<span id="kobo.19.1">‘Good evening,’ I said when I reached her.
<span id="kobo.20.1">‘Hey.’ <span id="kobo.20.2">She sounded shy.
<span id="kobo.21.1">I gave her my arm. <span id="kobo.21.2">‘Ready for another fake date?’
<span id="kobo.22.1">‘Oh yeah.’
<span id="kobo.23.1">‘You look fantastic, by the way.’ <span id="kobo.23.2">I towered over her and had a glorious view of her breasts. <span id="kobo.23.3">I took in a deep breath, instantly looking elsewhere. <span id="kobo.23.4">Fucking hell, I was going to pin her against the nearest wall and kiss her if I didn’t get myself under control.
<span id="kobo.24.1">‘I know, right? <span id="kobo.24.2">I wanted to pick something tonight that would make everyone look. <span id="kobo.24.3">My revenge dress, so to speak.’
<span id="kobo.25.1">I felt as if someone had thrown ice cubes at me. <span id="kobo.25.2">She’d dressed like this for <span id="kobo.26.1">him,<span id="kobo.27.1"> not for me.
<span id="kobo.28.1">‘Now, did you get your auction stickers?’ <span id="kobo.28.2">she asked.
<span id="kobo.29.1">‘I did. <span id="kobo.29.2">What are we supposed to do with them?’
<span id="kobo.30.1">She giggled. <span id="kobo.30.2">‘You didn’t read the instructions, huh?’
<span id="kobo.31.1">‘No. <span id="kobo.31.2">Figured I’ll just write a check.’
<span id="kobo.32.1">‘Well, it’s easy this time. <span id="kobo.32.2">We’re betting against each other by cing stickers on the paintings we want.’
<span id="kobo.33.1">‘I’m not an art collector,’ I said tly.
<span id="kobo.34.1">‘You can put it in your office or donate it.’ <span id="kobo.34.2">That was a good idea. <span id="kobo.34.3">‘Anyway, the highest bidder wins.’
<span id="kobo.35.1">‘That is straightforward. <span id="kobo.35.2">Thank fuck for small mercies.’
<span id="kobo.36.1">‘I can’t believe they closed off the gallery for us. <span id="kobo.36.2">Monika has skills.,’ she said as she kept looking around.
<span id="kobo.37.1">I knew exactly what she was searching for. <span id="kobo.37.2">‘I haven’t seen them anywhere.’
<span id="kobo.38.1">She rxed. <span id="kobo.38.2">‘Maybe they’re not here.”
<span id="kobo.39.1">‘I’m willing to bet money on it. <span id="kobo.39.2">We would have run into them by now. <span id="kobo.39.3">He seems to make a habit of getting in your face.’
<span id="kobo.40.1">‘That’s true.’
<span id="kobo.41.1">Suddenly her bodynguage changed. <span id="kobo.41.2">She wasn’t hanging on to me for dear life anymore; she was simplycing her arm through mine. <span id="kobo.41.3">Her shoulders rolled back. <span id="kobo.41.4">Her smile was easy. <span id="kobo.41.5">Even her eyes seemed lighter. <span id="kobo.41.6">I wanted to remove that asshole from her lifepletely since it clearly weighed so much on her. <span id="kobo.41.7">It should be illegal to make anyone suffer. <span id="kobo.41.8">Reese didn’t deserve this.
<span id="kobo.42.1">We walked around the perimeter once while Reese ced stickers on half a dozen paintings. <span id="kobo.42.2">I put some on three paintings that weren’t impossible to look at. <span id="kobo.42.3">I really wasn’t a fan of art.
<span id="kobo.43.1">‘I can’t believe people call this art.’
<span id="kobo.44.1">She snickered. <span id="kobo.44.2">‘Oh, you’re such a grump. <span id="kobo.44.3">What can I do to lift your mood?’
<span id="kobo.45.1">‘We could grab a drink.’
<span id="kobo.46.1">‘They arranged a bar in one of the rooms.’
<span id="kobo.47.1">‘We’re good at bars,’ I told her with a wink. <span id="kobo.47.2">“Lead the way.”
<span id="kobo.48.1">Sheughed. <span id="kobo.48.2">‘Yeah. <span id="kobo.48.3">It’s like they inspire us, huh? <span id="kobo.48.4">Thank God Malcolm isn’t here tonight. <span id="kobo.48.5">I’m so much more rxed without him.’
<span id="kobo.49.1">‘I was going to mention that. <span id="kobo.49.2">Youpletely transformed when I mentioned he isn’t here.’
<span id="kobo.50.1">We walked through two more art-filled rooms before entering one that was dimly lit. <span id="kobo.50.2">There were paintings hanging on the brick walls, too, but the focus wasn’t on them. <span id="kobo.50.3">Everyone was hanging around at low tables dispersed throughout the room. <span id="kobo.50.4">The bar itself was a pop-up.
<span id="kobo.51.1">People were staring at us, and I knew why. <span id="kobo.51.2">Reese looked stunning and deserved to be ogled.
<span id="kobo.52.1">Once we reached the counter, I looked at Reese. <span id="kobo.52.2">‘Our usual?’
<span id="kobo.53.1">Something flickered in her eyes. <span id="kobo.53.2">She cast a nce downward and then at the bartender. <span id="kobo.53.3">‘Yes, our usual is Negroni. <span id="kobo.53.4">Two, please. <span id="kobo.53.5">With lime if you have it.’
<span id="kobo.54.1">‘Right away,’ he said.
<span id="kobo.55.1">‘You’re getting me hooked on it,’ I whispered in her ear.
<span id="kobo.56.1">‘It is addictive, huh?’
<span id="kobo.57.1">‘And so are you.’
<span id="kobo.58.1">‘I am?’ <span id="kobo.58.2">She smiled.
<span id="kobo.59.1">‘Yes.’
<span id="kobo.60.1">And then I kissed her.
<span id="kobo.61.1">There was absolutely no need for me to do it. <span id="kobo.61.2">Her stupid ex wasn’t here. <span id="kobo.61.3">But I wanted her, and I needed this kiss. <span id="kobo.61.4">I needed to know that she felt the connection between us just as strongly as I did.
<span id="kobo.62.1">I was greedy, and she responded in kind. <span id="kobo.62.2">Something unfurled in my chest when she wrapped a hand around my neck and then ran her fingers through my hair. <span id="kobo.62.3">I kissed her so hard that she stumbled backward, but I held her by the waist. <span id="kobo.62.4">Her breath quickened, and she released the most delicious sigh. <span id="kobo.62.5">This kiss was real; I knew it in my bones. <span id="kobo.62.6">Nothing else was, but I was going to change that.
<span id="kobo.63.1">I only came to my senses when she moaned against my mouth. <span id="kobo.63.2">It wasn’t loud, but it reverberated throughout our bodies. <span id="kobo.63.3">She pulled back, ncing around.
<span id="kobo.64.1">‘I like how your lips look right now,’ I said.
<span id="kobo.65.1">She covered her mouth. <span id="kobo.65.2">‘Do you think anyone heard me?’
<span id="kobo.66.1">‘No, it was a soft sound. <span id="kobo.66.2">Rx,’ I murmured as I put my hand at the small of her back.
<span id="kobo.67.1">The bartender looked like he was about to burst outughing as he shoved our cocktails in front of us. <span id="kobo.67.2">We clinked sses, but Reese kept looking down as she sipped her cocktail.
<span id="kobo.68.1">‘Reese, are you avoiding me?’
<span id="kobo.69.1">‘No, I’m just…’ <span id="kobo.69.2">She put her ss down, finally making eye contact. <span id="kobo.69.3">Her mouth wasn’t red anymore, but her cheeks were. <span id="kobo.69.4">‘I’m not sure what that was. <span id="kobo.69.5">I mean, Malcolm isn’t around.’
<span id="kobo.70.1">‘No, I didn’t do it for anyone’s benefit. <span id="kobo.70.2">I told you, you’re too damn irresistible and addictive.’
<span id="kobo.71.1">She narrowed her eyes. <span id="kobo.71.2">‘I believe you only said ‘addictive’ before.’
<span id="kobo.72.1">‘That statement needed amending,’ I said with a wink. <span id="kobo.72.2">‘I just wanted to kiss you.’
<span id="kobo.73.1">‘Oh.’ <span id="kobo.73.2">She put her hand to her stomach and took another sip, then swallowed hard. <span id="kobo.73.3">‘I’m ttered, but I…’ <span id="kobo.73.4">She looked around. <span id="kobo.73.5">‘Should we go somewhere else?’
<span id="kobo.74.1">‘Find an empty coatroom?’
<span id="kobo.75.1">Sheughed. <span id="kobo.75.2">‘Something like that.’
<span id="kobo.76.1">We took our sses and looked around. <span id="kobo.76.2">There was no need for a coatroom, though. <span id="kobo.76.3">We went to one of the tables in the corner.
<span id="kobo.77.1">‘Tell me what’s on your mind, Reese. <span id="kobo.77.2">I can feel you thinking,’ I said. <span id="kobo.77.3">I barely refrained from reaching out and pulling her closer to me, holding her by her lower back against my body. <span id="kobo.77.4">I couldn’t exin why I always wanted to be touching her.
<span id="kobo.78.1">She pressed her lips together, then parted them. <span id="kobo.78.2">‘I really liked the kiss.’
<span id="kobo.79.1">Fuck me. <span id="kobo.80.1">‘That wasn’t what I thought you were going to say.’
<span id="kobo.81.1">She shrugged one shoulder. <span id="kobo.81.2">‘Neither did I, but it’s the truth, and that’s the only thing I’m sure of right now, Dom. <span id="kobo.81.3">But…”
<span id="kobo.82.1">I liked hearing my name in her mouth. <span id="kobo.82.2">I wanted to hear it while her legs were wrapped around me when I was buried inside her.
<span id="kobo.83.1">‘What? <span id="kobo.83.2">You sound like you want to add something.”
<span id="kobo.84.1">‘Oh, so many things, but I’m afraid to voice them.’
<span id="kobo.85.1">‘I can help with that.’
<span id="kobo.86.1">Sheughed. <span id="kobo.86.2">I liked seeing her rxed around me. <span id="kobo.86.3">‘Dom, I’m not even sure I know how to flirt.’
<span id="kobo.87.1">‘No problem. <span id="kobo.87.2">I’ll take the reins.’
<span id="kobo.88.1">‘I think you already did that back at the bar.’
<span id="kobo.89.1">I wiggled my eyebrows. <span id="kobo.89.2">‘I have zero regrets.’
<span id="kobo.90.1">‘Neither do I.’ <span id="kobo.90.2">Taking a sip, she added, ‘Sometimes I overthink situations, but I’m not sure if that’s the case here. <span id="kobo.90.3">I’m just not sure if this is a good idea.’
<span id="kobo.91.1">‘Want another kiss, just to see if that rifies things for you?’
<span id="kobo.92.1">Her face opened up in the biggest grin I’d ever seen on her. <span id="kobo.92.2">‘Don’t tempt me. <span id="kobo.92.3">I might take you up on it.’
<span id="kobo.93.1">‘Happy to sacrifice myself for a good cause.’
<span id="kobo.94.1">She snorted. <span id="kobo.94.2">‘So generous of you.’
<span id="kobo.95.1">‘Always.’
<span id="kobo.96.1">We both downed our drinks, and then Reese bit her lip. <span id="kobo.96.2">‘What do you say we get out of here?’
<span id="kobo.97.1">‘Fuck yes. <span id="kobo.97.2">Thought you’d never ask,’ I said.
<span id="kobo.98.1">Being impulsive wasn’t in my nature, and I figured it wasn’t in Reese’s either, but we brought that side out in each other. <span id="kobo.98.2">I grabbed her hand, intecing our fingers as we strode toward the exit. <span id="kobo.98.3">The lines were blurring. <span id="kobo.98.4">I wasn’t even sure what was for show and what was real, but it didn’t matter. <span id="kobo.98.5">She didn’t pull her hand back.
<span id="kobo.99.1">We made a big deal of saying goodbye to Monika. <span id="kobo.99.2">She wasn’t surprised to see us go, but I caught her fixating on our intertwined hands a few times while we spoke.
<span id="kobo.100.1">Once we were outside, I said, ‘I’m here with my car. <span id="kobo.100.2">You?’
<span id="kobo.101.1">‘I came by Uber.’
<span id="kobo.102.1">‘Then I’ll drive.’
<span id="kobo.103.1">‘Where are we going?’ <span id="kobo.103.2">she asked.
<span id="kobo.104.1">I turned around, tipping her chin up. <span id="kobo.104.2">‘Wherever you want, Reese.’
<span id="kobo.105.1">‘Okay.’
<span id="kobo.106.1">I guided her to my car and opened the door for her, but she avoided my gaze when she climbed in. <span id="kobo.106.2">This wasn’t a good omen. <span id="kobo.106.3">I hurried to get into the driver’s seat. <span id="kobo.106.4">She swallowed hard, and then I heard her stomach rumble.
<span id="kobo.107.1">‘I have a proposition,’ I said.
<span id="kobo.108.1">‘I’m all ears.’
<span id="kobo.109.1">‘Food?’
<span id="kobo.110.1">‘God, yes. <span id="kobo.110.2">I’m starving. <span id="kobo.110.3">I didn’t even look at the canapés. <span id="kobo.110.4">Were they any good?’
<span id="kobo.111.1">‘I don’t know. <span id="kobo.111.2">I didn’t see them. <span id="kobo.111.3">What are you hungry for?’
<span id="kobo.112.1">‘There’s a Taco Bell drive-through.’
<span id="kobo.113.1">I turned to her. <span id="kobo.113.2">‘Reese, I can take you out somewhere.’
<span id="kobo.114.1">‘But Taco Bell is much faster. <span id="kobo.114.2">And my guilty pleasure.’
<span id="kobo.115.1">‘Got it. <span id="kobo.115.2">Tonight is the night for guilty pleasures, huh?’
<span id="kobo.116.1">‘Or just pleasure,’ I heard her mumble, and my cock twitched. <span id="kobo.116.2">I needed to get myself under control.
<span id="kobo.117.1">I put Taco Bell into the GPS and took the route to the nearest drive-through. <span id="kobo.117.2">I could practically feel Reese tense up on the way.
<span id="kobo.118.1">Once I entered the drive-through line, I really looked at her. <span id="kobo.118.2">She was fiddling with her thumbs and starting to shift her weight from one buttock to the other. <span id="kobo.118.3">I held my palm open, and she put her hand in mine.
<span id="kobo.119.1">‘Reese, talk to me.’
<span id="kobo.120.1">‘I’m nervous. <span id="kobo.120.2">This seemed like a good idea back at the gallery.’
<span id="kobo.121.1">‘Do you want me to drive you home after picking up food?’
<span id="kobo.122.1">She nced at me abruptly. <span id="kobo.122.2">‘You wouldn’t mind?’
<span id="kobo.123.1">‘Of course I wouldn’t mind. <span id="kobo.123.2">What kind of moron do you think I am?’
<span id="kobo.124.1">‘I don’t know. <span id="kobo.124.2">I didn’t want you to expect something and be disappointed.’
<span id="kobo.125.1">I shook my head. <span id="kobo.125.2">‘I’m not fucking disappointed. <span id="kobo.125.3">You’re a human being, Reese, with emotions. <span id="kobo.125.4">And I understand that. <span id="kobo.125.5">Now, what do you want to order?’ <span id="kobo.125.6">I asked her once we reached the speaker box.
<span id="kobo.126.1">She immediately leaned over to my side of the car and spoke loudly. <span id="kobo.126.2">‘One crunchy taco and the cheesy gordita.’ <span id="kobo.126.3">She said it quickly, in one breath.
<span id="kobo.127.1">‘You didn’t even look at the menu.’
<span id="kobo.128.1">She smiled. <span id="kobo.128.2">‘Told you it’s a guilty pleasure.’
<span id="kobo.129.1">‘Two orders of that, please,’ I said into the speaker.
<span id="kobo.130.1">‘You can pick it up at the next window,’ the sales associate replied.
<span id="kobo.131.1">‘Oh, and two Pepsis.’ <span id="kobo.131.2">ncing at Reese, I added, ‘Unless you want something else.’
<span id="kobo.132.1">‘No, that’s good.’
<span id="kobo.133.1">I finished ordering, and by the time we got to the next window, everything was ready. <span id="kobo.133.2">I nced at Reese, pointing at the parking lot. <span id="kobo.133.3">‘Want to eat it on the way or…?’
<span id="kobo.134.1">‘No, let’s stay here in the parking lot. <span id="kobo.134.2">Otherwise, you won’t be able to eat at all, and it tastes best when it’s hot.’
<span id="kobo.135.1">‘Good thinking. <span id="kobo.135.2">Let’s see what the fuss is about. <span id="kobo.135.3">I’ve never been—’ I stopped, thinking I didn’t want to sound like a food snob.
<span id="kobo.136.1">She gasped. <span id="kobo.136.2">‘You’ve never had Taco Bell?’
<span id="kobo.137.1">‘No.’
<span id="kobo.138.1">She narrowed her eyes. <span id="kobo.138.2">‘How about Chipotle?’
<span id="kobo.139.1">‘Also no.’
<span id="kobo.140.1">‘Kentucky Fried Chicken?’
<span id="kobo.141.1">‘No.’
<span id="kobo.142.1">‘Are you an alien?’
<span id="kobo.143.1">‘My parents never took me when I was a kid, and I guess I never got into the habit.’
<span id="kobo.144.1">‘Huh,’ Reese eximed. <span id="kobo.144.2">‘Dad didn’t take us either, but guess who created that habit by stopping by after school? <span id="kobo.144.3">That’s right. <span id="kobo.144.4">This girl right here.’
<span id="kobo.145.1">I took a bite out of the gordita. <span id="kobo.145.2">‘This is good.’ <span id="kobo.145.3">I frowned. <span id="kobo.145.4">‘Really good, actually.’
<span id="kobo.146.1">She grinned. <span id="kobo.146.2">‘Yeah, wee to the world of cheap but super-delicious fast food. <span id="kobo.146.3">It’ll probably give me a coronary by the time I’m fifty, but nothing makes me feel better than this.’
<span id="kobo.147.1">I stole a nce at her. <span id="kobo.147.2">She was busy with her food, but something about the way she’d phrased the sentence bothered me.
<span id="kobo.148.1">‘You needed a pick-me-up after tonight?’ <span id="kobo.148.2">I asked her. <span id="kobo.148.3">‘Reese… <span id="kobo.148.4">I know I crossed a line.’
<span id="kobo.149.1">‘It’s not about you,’ she said so quickly, the words almost ran together, but I picked up the gist of it.
<span id="kobo.150.1">‘Talk to me,’ I urged, turning to face her even though it was dark in our corner of the parking lot. <span id="kobo.150.2">The nearestmppost was at least five cars away.
<span id="kobo.151.1">‘I liked tonight. <span id="kobo.151.2">I like you. <span id="kobo.151.3">I liked the kiss.’ <span id="kobo.151.4">I was sensing a <span id="kobo.152.1">but<span id="kobo.153.1">ing, so I didn’t interrupt her. <span id="kobo.153.2">‘But I’m afraid of liking it. <span id="kobo.153.3">I’m afraid of liking you.’
<span id="kobo.154.1">I had noeback to that, so we both ate in silence for a bit before Reese asked, ‘Are you mad at me?’
<span id="kobo.155.1">‘No. <span id="kobo.155.2">Why do you keep expecting me to be mad at you? <span id="kobo.155.3">I’m just processing what you said. <span id="kobo.155.4">Please tell me that moron was never abusive to you.’
<span id="kobo.156.1">‘Not physically, but looking back, I think he was emotionally. <span id="kobo.156.2">I just didn’t see it at the time. <span id="kobo.156.3">I was so desperate to please him, to make the rtionship work, but I didn’t realize he wasn’t meant for me. <span id="kobo.156.4">He wasn’t the one.’
<span id="kobo.157.1">‘So you don’t regret that your wedding blew up?’
<span id="kobo.158.1">‘No. <span id="kobo.158.2">I would have been unhappy with him. <span id="kobo.158.3">I have no regrets about not being married to him.’
<span id="kobo.159.1">Once I finished my food, I cleaned my hands off on a napkin, tossed our garbage in one of the cans, and drove out of the parking lot.
<span id="kobo.160.1">‘Want me to drop you off at home?’ <span id="kobo.160.2">I asked.
<span id="kobo.161.1">‘Yes. <span id="kobo.161.2">Thank you.’
<span id="kobo.162.1">‘No problem. <span id="kobo.162.2">I told you that we’ll do whatever you want.’
<span id="kobo.163.1">Sheughed, but it sounded nervous. <span id="kobo.163.2">‘I bet this isn’t what you thought I’d say.’
<span id="kobo.164.1">‘Regardless, Reese, this evening was great.’
<span id="kobo.165.1">‘It was?’
<span id="kobo.166.1">‘Yeah. <span id="kobo.166.2">I kissed a gorgeous woman. <span id="kobo.166.3">It was the best kiss of my life. <span id="kobo.166.4">And then I had Taco Bell.’
<span id="kobo.167.1">She jerked her head toward me. <span id="kobo.167.2">‘Wait, what? <span id="kobo.167.3">Rewind. <span id="kobo.167.4">What was that about the best kiss of your life?’
<span id="kobo.168.1">I turned onto the main street. <span id="kobo.168.2">‘It’s true. <span id="kobo.168.3">I don’t see why I should keep it a secret.’
<span id="kobo.169.1">‘Hmm.’
<span id="kobo.170.1">‘What?’ <span id="kobo.170.2">I asked.
<span id="kobo.171.1">‘Nothing. <span id="kobo.171.2">Then I can admit that it was the best ever for me too.’
<span id="kobo.172.1">‘I’m d we’re on the same page about that.’
<span id="kobo.173.1">We arrived at her building far too quickly. <span id="kobo.173.2">I pulled the car right in front of the entrance. <span id="kobo.173.3">‘Is there anywhere I can park so I can walk you up?’
<span id="kobo.174.1">‘No.’ <span id="kobo.174.2">Her voice sounded like a squeak.
<span id="kobo.175.1">‘Reese?’
<span id="kobo.176.1">She cleared her throat. <span id="kobo.176.2">‘I mean, it’s best if you don’t.’
<span id="kobo.177.1">‘Why not?’
<span id="kobo.178.1">‘Because unless I’m way off, you might kiss me again.’
<span id="kobo.179.1">‘There’s a high probability,’ I admitted.
<span id="kobo.180.1">‘And then I’ll fall prey to your charms and invite you inside.’
<span id="kobo.181.1">‘I see.’
<span id="kobo.182.1">‘Do you?’
<span id="kobo.183.1">‘Yeah. <span id="kobo.183.2">I can barely keep myself from kissing you senseless and tearing off your clothes right here, let alone if we were at your ce.’
<span id="kobo.184.1">She gasped.
<span id="kobo.185.1">‘Too direct?’ <span id="kobo.185.2">I suggested.
<span id="kobo.186.1">‘Um… <span id="kobo.186.2">I… <span id="kobo.186.3">wow, this… <span id="kobo.186.4">I wasn’t expecting… <span id="kobo.186.5">never mind. <span id="kobo.186.6">I’m too lost for words, but when I recover, I’ll text you.’
<span id="kobo.187.1">Iughed.
<span id="kobo.188.1">‘Oh, stop it. <span id="kobo.188.2">I know I’m being weird, I’m just… <span id="kobo.188.3">God, this night didn’t go at all the way I thought it would.’
<span id="kobo.189.1">‘Same goes for me,’ I said, managing to finally stifle myughter. <span id="kobo.189.2">It was so easy to be happy when I was around Reese.
<span id="kobo.190.1">‘Good night, Dom.’
<span id="kobo.191.1">‘Good night. <span id="kobo.191.2">Text me when you’re upstairs.’
<span id="kobo.192.1">‘You think I might get lost on the way?’
<span id="kobo.193.1">‘Just text me, Reese.’
<span id="kobo.194.1">‘Okay.’ <span id="kobo.194.2">Then she leaned over closer to me. <span id="kobo.194.3">For a brief second, I thought she wanted me to kiss her, but then she put her lips on my cheek before quickly pulling back. <span id="kobo.194.4">‘Thank you for tonight.’
<span id="kobo.195.1">I watched her walk inside and waited for a few minutes until I finally got a text.
<span id="kobo.196.1">Reese: I’m up in my apartment still pinching myself, wondering if this evening was real or not. <span id="kobo.196.2">I’m tempted to ask you toe up and prove it was.
<span id="kobo.197.1">I groaned.
<span id="kobo.198.1">Dom: I’m of two minds toe bang on your door anyway.
<span id="kobo.199.1">Reese: You’re still here?
<span id="kobo.200.1">Dom: Told you I was waiting for your message. <span id="kobo.200.2">I’m leaving now.
<span id="kobo.201.1">Then I turned on the engine and drove off right away. <span id="kobo.201.2">I needed to put some distance between us, or I was going to do something reckless.