Page 103 of Promise Me

“We seem to be having a lot of those.”

I roll my eyes, push off him, and start getting dressed. We did pause to eat breakfast, but we skipped lunch, and I'm ravenous.

“But seriously, do you think I can do it? Sell the bakery and open my own place?”

“I do,” he says and steps into his briefs. “Tell me what you think it would look like.”

“Well, I still like the idea of mostly windows for the walls.”

He pulls on a shirt and then tosses me one of his to wear over my leggings. It swallows me, but I love it.

He heads for the door of the room, stopping only to gently press his lips to mine.

“I like the idea of windows too.”

“It’s not too lame to want it to look like the bar’s space? I just kept dreaming of that, and it’s hard to ignore it.”

“It’s not weird. If there were another option for the bar, I’d trade you.”

“Really?” I take a seat at the small kitchen island in his kitchen.

“Of course.”

“Hmm, this all feels too good to be true.” I tap my chin as he turns to face me.

“What does?”

“You.”

He chuckles. “Well, believe it, Sadie Baby, because you chose me.”

He places a hand on either side of me and traps me between his arms as he leans down for another kiss. It lingers, and he moves to step between my legs. It takes all I have to push him back.

“I need food,” I tell him. “But also, I like Sadie Baby a lot better than the last nickname you gave me.”

“I’ve never given you a nickname.”

“Yes, you have.”

“What nickname was that?” he asks and goes back to pulling out the ingredients for sandwiches.

“Sadie Snots.”

His head jerks to look at me. “I never called you that.”

“You, mister, started the rumor for it back in high school.”

He shakes his head. “Nope. That wasn’t me. The first person I heard call you that was Amber.”

“Amber?” My ex-best friend whom Hudson dated his senior year? We remained friends until we graduated a couple of years later, but she kept sleeping with my boyfriends.

“Yeah. She was mad that Parker Basin was taking you to prom. She thought she was the only sophomore invited by a senior.”

I narrow my gaze at him.

“She told me you started it.”

He spreads the mayo on the bread but pauses. “I think we all learned she wasn’t very trustworthy.”

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