Page 58 of Love Story

He offered me a hand and we headed into his bedroom, and all too soon we were cuddled up under the covers.We kissed a little, but Sam was growing quieter, and yawning.

“Night,” I whispered, turning so that he was the big spoon, and I was nestled into him.

“Night.”

I WOKE UPwith regrets.

Not because Ben was in my bed but because of what I said.

I can see forever with you.

What the hell did I say that for?

It was true—I meant every damn syllable—but it felt too soon, too much.What if it freaked him out?What if he saw it as pressure when I wanted him to know how I felt?What if he acted like Byron had—telling me I was an idiot and that I was just a fling and…

Shit, I need to rethink everything.

“Why are you frowning?”Ben asked, poking at my cheek.

I grabbed his hand and kissed the palm.“That’s my sexy pout,” I defended, making him laugh.Crisis averted, and somehow, my regrets vanished.

We lazed around the cabin all day, making out on the couch, half-watching reruns ofParks and Recreation, only to pause for another round of kissing before one of us remembered the plotline.I couldn’t keep my hands off him, and the way Ben kept leaning in to kiss me like he couldn’t get enough told me he felt the same.

I didn’t imagine the electric connection between us.

In between kisses, my phone buzzed on the coffee table.I groaned, leaning over to check it, and saw a message from Mom.

Mom: I see you have a visitor.Dinner here tonight.Bring Ben.

“Mom wants us over for dinner,” I said, glancing at him.

Ben propped himself up on his elbow, his hair messy and eyes still hazy from the kissing.“I don’t have any clean clothes,” he said, his voice half-apologetic.

I thought for a second, then snapped my fingers.“Wait—I have some of Haider’s stuff.”

Ben raised an eyebrow.“Why do you have Haider’s clothes?”

“From when he decided to help with the sap collection a couple of years ago and fell on his ass in a huge mud puddle,” I said, already heading toward the closet.“He left his wrecked clothes here and went home in swim shorts and a Farm T-shirt.Lucky for you, they’re clean.”

I pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a bright purple button-down shirt, holding them up for Ben to inspect.He gave me a look that was equal parts amusement and disbelief.

“Skinny jeans and a purple shirt?Really?”

I grinned.“Hey, don’t knock it.We’ll throw one of my Stonebridge Maple Syrup sweatshirts over it, and you’ll look great.”

Ben sighed but took the clothes and disappeared into the bathroom to change.

“I look like I’m playing dress-up,” he said when he came out.

I couldn’t help but grin.The jeans fit him well—maybe too well with the way they molded his ass—and the sweatshirt toned down the bright shirt underneath.“Not bad,” I said.

“‘Not bad’?”Ben repeated, his eyebrow quirking as he glanced down at himself.“There’s glitter on this shirt.Glitter, Sam.”

“Sexy, glittery Ben.”I slid my hands around his waist.“And you look good in anything.”

He snorted.“Flattery won’t save you if your mom is pissed at me getting glitter everywhere.”

“She’ll love you no matter what,” I said confidently.And I meant it.

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