Page 345 of His Virgin Romance Series

I had wanted to be able to tell her that I was done dealing. How could I do that with pot still in my closet? Maybe I could unload it before I told her, but that put me on a strict deadline since the party was on Saturday.

“Fuck me,” I groaned again.

“Give me a second… I just walked through the door,” Gabby said, from behind me.

I whirled around. “Geez, I didn’t even hear you come in.”

Gabby laughed. “I guessed as much. What were you swearing about?”

This was my chance. I had to tell her... now. But looking at her gorgeous, kind, trusting eyes, I froze. “Uh, nothing… just burned my fingers on boiling pasta.”

“Oh, are we having pasta for dinner?”

“Yep.”

“Yay,” Gabby said. “I’m starving, and I’m exhausted.”

“Sit down,” I told her. “I’ll get you a bowl.”

We sat down together, and I justified my cowardice by telling myself that Gabby was too tired to deal with that particular conversation tonight. I would put it off for tomorrow night and like it or not, I would tell her then. I would just have to make it clear that I was done with dealing once I got rid of my last bit of pot.

I just prayed she would believe me. More importantly, I prayed she would forgive me.

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