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“My ovaries bursting.”
Dex chuckles, his chest vibrating under my touch. “I have no idea what that even means.”
“It’s something a woman says when a cute guy gets her all hot and bothered, and she wants to, you know, make more babies.”
He holds his hands up in surrender. “Whoa whoa whoa. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“I’m kidding.” I kiss him below the chin. “I love you too.”
He snorts. “I was wondering when the hell you were going to say it back. I was getting worried—my testicles are about to shrivel up inside my body.”
We laugh as he adjusts us both so he can murmur against my lips. “I think we’re going to be just fine.”
I grin happily, resting my forehead against his. “I know. I’m excited,” I whisper.
As we settle back into each other’s arms, I feel the warmth of contentment spreading through me.
I begin rebuttoning my sleep shirt while he reaches for the remote on the bedside table.
“This dating stuff is so easy,” he boasts, clicking the television on. It’s massive, anchored to the wall opposite the bed, and comes to life almost instantaneously.
“You think so?” I roll my eyes.
Of course he thinks it’s easy. He has it made.
I’m amazing.
My kid is awesome.
I’m fun. Smart. Cute.
I don’t exactly think it’s going to be a cakewalk 100 percent of the time, but I think I’ll be able to hold my own with him, and he with me—as long as we treat each other with respect.
“I do.” Dex hesitates. “I mean, how could it not be? I get to date the most incredible woman ever.”
“True.” I laugh playfully, swatting at his chest and leaning into him. “You’re just saying that because my daughter thinks you’re Thor.”
He catches my hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “Well, yeah, the hero worship is a definite bonus,” he admits. “But I’m serious, Margot. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. God, listen to me. Gross. I make me want to vomit in my helmet.”
Oh Lord. He’s so dramatic.
Still. His praise melts my little heart, and I lean in to kiss him softly. “You make everything feel right too,” I whisper against his lips. “I love you.”
He kisses me deeply. Open-mouth kisses that are wet. Hot.
I canfeelthe intensity of his emotions in the way he kisses me, in the way his body responds to mine.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathless. His hand caresses my spine, up and down ... up and down, lazily.
“I love you too.”
Chapter 37
Dex
It’s like I said—my parents weren’t involved in most of my shit, so I have no idea what to expect when I meet hers.
We’re at the scene of the crime, a.k.a. the first place we met in person, a.k.a. the restaurant where I paid Wyatt to ruin my date with Madisson.
