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Her beautiful face, her curvy body, her smartass mouth.

Damn. Perfection.

I’ve had my fair share of beautiful women in my bed, but she is hands down, no contest, the best I’veeverhad. Fantasies about that night have played in my mind for months, but they were child’s play compared to the real deal.

We’re out tonight with all our friends, but all I can think about is getting her home.

My eyes land on Sophia, who’s standing by the bar chatting animatedly with Sage, a clear plastic cup with blue liquid in her hand.

“Hey there, birthday girl,” I say, placing my hand on her side. Her little koala ears almost hit me in the face, anddamn, we’re finding a stock room right the fuck now. She’s wearing a tight gray jumpsuit showing off her every curve, gray fuzzy ears, and black paint on her nose. Adorably sexy, just like her.

“Elijah,” she squeals, pulling me in for a long, deep kiss, even slipping her tongue in my mouth. She tastes like sweet tequila, but I’m missing the intoxicating hint of whiskey from the night we met.

“Hey there to you too,” I mumble against her lips. “I’ve missed you.”

She nuzzles her black painted nose against mine, then kisses me again before admiring my costume. I’m clad in brown combat boots, khaki Chubbies, a dark brown belt, no shirt, and a brown floppy hat.

“Hello, sexy Steve Irwin,” Sophia exclaims, rubbing her hands all over my stomach. “You are the hottest zookeeper I haveeverseen.”

“I almost dressed as a tree so you could climb me,” I tell her with a straight face, and she giggles.

“No.Thisis perfect.”

“So I’m guessing you don’t want to return me then?”

“Absolutely not.” She turns back to the bar and picks up her drink.

“Just so I’m up to date, how many have you had?”

“A few birthday shots at the dorm before we came.” She tips her cup toward me. “And this drink Sage somehow got me.” She stands on her tiptoes, giving me a peck on the lips. “I was waiting for my man so he could order me a real drink.”

Her man.

“Oh, is that so?”

Another kiss. “Mm-hmm.” A dopey grin spreads across my face as I savor the welcome PDA, excited she’s not keeping us a secret. It’s clear by the way I look at Sophia that I’m hers, and I guess this is her way of showing everyone she’s mine too.

“Well, I’ll gladly order your drinks, but I thought you might want to have something in case you need to order your own sometime.” Her brows pull in confusion as I slip the small ID out of my pocket and present it to her.

“You got me a fake?” she shouts, snatching it from me.

“Damn, baby,” I shush her looking around with a broad smile on my face. “Be cool.”

“Sorry…” She giggles, her eyes squinting as she looks down at it. “Now I know why Sage asked me to take pictures on a white background… She told me it was for her portfolio. Lying bitch.” She glares at Sage standing next to us, who wiggles the fake ID I got her as payment between her fingers before winking and blowing Sophia a kiss. Sophia reads the details on her own ID, and her eyes flick to mine. “Sunny Anderson?”

“Yep.” I straighten my shoulders. “Thought Sunflower Anderson would sound a little too hippie dippie.”

“At23Penelope Lane, Georgia.” She cocks a brow, probably realizing I made my jersey number her address.

“Mm-hmm.”

“I guess it’s better than McLovin.”

“Now would you like to get a drink,Mrs. Anderson?”

“You’ve been dying to use that line since the moment you got me this, haven’t you?”

“Maybe.” I shrug. “Just go easy on the tequila. I don’t want you to be too drunk later when I give you your other birthday present.”

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