Page 107 of Roommate's Guide to Love

“Of course.”

“That day at the diner, you told Emily?—”

“Quinn, I hate that she’s?—”

“No,” I shake my head, really needing to get this off my chest. “It’s not about Emily. Well, directly.”

He lets out a breath. “Okay...”

“When you said to her that you were a dumb kid who was hurt because the girl you loved didn’t want you, was that girl…did you mean…”

I watch as his worried look turns to relief. “Did I mean you?”

“Yeah. I mean, I know you asked me out in high school, and I was a stupid girl who said no because I didn’t think you were serious. But I know you had to be asking out other girls so I don’t want to be conceited enough to think?—”

I have more to say, but I currently can’t because Porter’s mouth is on mine, his force taking me so hard that we’re now lying across the perimeter seat of the limo. While I really want the answer to my question in words, this answer isn’t bad. Not in the least.

“So was that a yes?”

Porter laughs as he buries his head in my neck, but doesn’t make a motion to sit us back up. “Yes that was a yes. Because contrary to popular belief, I didn’t date much in high school.”

“Really? I always feel like some girl was hanging around you.”

“They were,” he admits. “And I was always nice to them. A few I went out with for a couple of dates or took to dances. But none of them caught my interest. None of them wanted to make me see them every day, or talk to them about anything and everything. But you? Now you were a different story.”

I feel my face start to blush. “Really? Was this before or after I tried to invent the fake foreign exchange student?”

“Before,” he says with a smile. “There was…there was no one like you. What girl could talk hockey in one breath, get an A in English the next, and then after school organize the senior prank?”

“I’m one of a kind, what can I say?”

“You are,” he drops a kiss on me before slightly pulling away. “I know you’re probably saying that sarcastically, because that’s what you do. But I mean it in the most sincere way…

“Porter…”

“No, you need to hear this, and I hope you know how much I mean it. But if someone were to ask me who my ideal, perfect woman was, and I had never met you before, I’d somehow still describe you.”

I think with every word that comes out of his mouth, my eyes get a little bigger.

“I know you kept your heart guarded for a lot of your life. I get why. I hate that you had to, but I understand your reasons. I want you to know, though, here and now, that it’s safe with me. You’re safe with me. Because our timing might be unusual; our story might be the most unique and random love story ever told, but it’s ours. So yes, I loved you back then, how a teenage boy thinks he’s in love. And today I’m madly in love with woman you are. Because like you, us? Our story? Our love. It’s one of a kind.”

I’ve toyed with the idea of writing a book at some point in my life, but no way on Dolly Parton’s green Earth could I have ever come up with words more beautiful than the ones Porter just said.

I pull him down on me, kissing him with everything I have. Who says things like that? That’s the shit that romcoms are made of. And in those movies, I always figured I was the best friend. The funny sidekick. Not the leading lady.

But here I am, insanely in love with a man who loves me back. A man who currently can’t put up the privacy screen fast enough so our poor driver doesn’t have to see what’s about to happen. A love that I never thought I could have, and this is just the beginning.

Porter’s hands push up the jersey I wore tonight, and I smile as I watch in real time his reaction to what I’m wearing underneath.

“Is that?”

I sit up, giving him a hard kiss before I make my way to the floor of the limo. “The lingerie I wore the day I thought you requested an early booty call? Yes.”

Porter watches as I lay back on the floor of the limo, doing my best to take off my leggings in a semi-sexy way, leaving me in nothing but the royal blue lace bodysuit. Porter’s eyes haven’t even blinked as I get back to my knees. “Fucking gorgeous.”

“I thought it would be a nice surprise for you,” I say as I work his belt loose. “Now how about another surprise?”

He lifts up slightly so I can pull his jeans and boxer briefs down, springing free his cock. I don’t say anything else as I lick my lips before letting my tongue trace around the tip.

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