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He insists we take our coffees to go and hit a little intimate shop that is only a few blocks away. The moment we walk through the door, I’m instantly overwhelmed.

The first mannequin I see is wearing an outfit that’s entirely made out of string. I point to it and say, “This wouldn’t cover anything.”

“Yeah, sweets, that’s the point.”

Next to the mannequin is a display of huge—and I mean HUGE—dildos. Look, I’m all for sex toys. I have a decent collection of vibrators myself, but how on God’s green Earth do some of these actually fit?

I don’t think it would even get halfway into mine. Is my vagina broken?

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” I say, turning back toward the door, but Jenson grabs my hand. “Nope, come on. You’re fine. We don’t have to get the super risqué stuff. Let’s just walk around and see what we find.”

As we walk past the BDSM section, he asks, “Are you going to let Mr. Perfect tie you up with those things we saw in his bedroom?”

“I’m not sure. Right now, I’m just trying to get used to the idea of having him go down on me. One step at a time, J.”

We finally make it to a section that is a little more my speed. There are some cute little teddies and other lingerie, but nothing is too crazy. While I wish I was comfortable enough to rock the tiny string number by the front door, I’m just not.

Maybe one day.

Jenson asks, “So, are you going to surprise him with one of these sexy numbers tonight?”

“I think so. It will be the first time we’ve been together in almost a week. I was having my period and hurting, so sex was the furthest thing from my mind.”

He holds up a silky pink teddy. “If you wear something like this, I think you’re going to knock his socks off.”

Lord, I hope so.

Chapter Twenty-seven

Don

“Hey, Mom,” I answer the phone as I walk down the sidewalk toward my apartment. I was taking a cab home, but traffic was so awful, that walking seemed like the better option.

“Hey, darlin’. Sorry to bug you.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re never bugging me. What’s up?”

“Well, your sister just told me that you’re coming home for Thanksgiving, and I just wanted to make sure she wasn’t talking out of her ass.”

“Well, I’m sure Jill was talking out of her ass, but it’s true. I’m coming home for the holiday, and I’m bringing my girlfriend.”

“I can’t wait to meet her. Jill told me a little bit, but I’m surprised you didn’t talk about her much when you came home to see Kaylee.”

“It’s a fairly recent development. Her name is Abby, and she’s pretty great. I think you’re really going to like her.”

I can practically hear her smiling through the phone. “That’s great, honey. I can’t wait to meet her. I’m just excited I’ll have the whole family together again. Are you two going to stay here at the house?”

“Uhm, I don’t know. We may try to stay at the inn. Abby’s a little introverted, and I don’t want to give her too much too fast.”

“Oh, okay.” Now, the smile has vanished and been replaced with disappointment.

I add, “But we’ll see. I’ll talk to her tonight and let you know.”

We talk a little bit more before she feels bad that she’s taking up all my time and makes an excuse to get off the phone. That woman always thinks she’s an imposition, which is crazy. That woman has gone through hell for Jill and me. Either one of us would drop anything and everything if she asked us to.

Hence why I am coming home for Thanksgiving even though I was just there.

I finally make it back to the apartment and head inside. I want to take a quick shower before heading to Abby’s. I’ll broach the subject with her about staying with Mom, but I don’t care either way. Honestly, staying at the town inn may not be that bad—it means I can fuck Abby without either one of us having to be as quiet as we would be at my childhood home.

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