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“Can I ask you something?”

He could ask me for my social security number right now, and I would probably give it to him.

“Sure.”

“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

I can’t help but snort.

I pull back, looking into those hazel eyes that swirl with so much depth and untold stories, eyes that provide me with such comfort, eyes that feel like home.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

VERITY

Isnuggle closer to the warm body, looping my arms around his bicep and curling like a koala. A warm buzz fills my chest, like fluffy bumblebees crowding around a new bloom in the early spring. This emotion within me is new and special, one that I want to protect at all costs.

Until reality comes crashing down.

My eyes pop open, panic slicing my veins with a gasp.

“Ohmigod, what time is it?”

I scramble, eliciting a groan from Cullen as I flick my head around his room in search of an alarm clock. The man does not seem to have one. God damn it. I need a phone. Where the hellismy phone?

I get all tangled in the sheets, trying to escape the bed. Cullen’s thick arms circle my waist and tug me back against him. I grasp his hands with my own and try to pry him off me.

“Cullen, this is serious. I can’t be late for work.”

This is why I don’t go out on Thursdays. I honestly have no clue how Hannah does this on the regular. I am beyond stressed right now.

“Shh, calm down. It’s fine.” He pulls me in tighter. “Vada, what time is it?”

There is a small chime before an electronic voice responds.

“The time is six forty-three.”

Oh.

“See, plenty of time before you need to rush out of here.”

Plenty is a bit of a stretch. I probably have around forty minutes until I have to leave. Actually, I don’t even know where we are right now. We are a couple of blocks from the restaurant, I know that much. Dammit, I really need my phone.

“Cullen, let me up. I have to find my phone.”

“Why?” He places a kiss where my collarbone meets my shoulder.

“Because I need to check the train schedule.”

“Why?” He continues to pepper little kisses on my neck, dizzying the thoughts I’m trying to gather.

“Because I need to go home and get ready before work.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t show up to work in a red mini dress and without my laptop.”

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