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I can see that he’s fighting for some patience but give him some slack since this is new to him and not something he originally wanted to sign up for.
Such a bad idea.
My girlfriends are always warning me about red flags, only I have no idea if he’s a walking red flag or just a regular one?
I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. “Okay. This probably isn’t going to be that easy. Being with me means accepting all of it—the good, the bad, the ugly. It means understanding that sometimes I’m going to be tired and stressed because my students are going to make me bonkers from time to time and I’ll come home and not be the easiest person to be around.”
“The good news is, we don’t live together, so I won’t have to put up with that.”
I stare. “Seriously?”
“Was that the wrong thing to say?” He clearly has no idea.
“Kind of,” I say finally. “We can try this, but ... if you hurt us, I swear to God I will—”
“I won’t.” He puts his hands up in surrender. “I promise you, I won’t.”
He pulls me into his arms, wrapping me in a hug, and for the first time in a long time, I let myself believe that we can have a future together. A future where Wyatt and I aren’t alone, where we have someone who loves us both and wants to be part of our lives.
Plus, he’s so hot.
Shit.
Stop focusing on how good looking he is, Margot!
Okay, but he is . . .
Then, in the parking lot of the movie theater—where the streetlamps above us are starting to go on, one by one—he pushes my back against my car, sliding his hands to my ass. Squeezes my cheeks in his massive palms before lifting me, pressing his lips on mine.
The cool night air contrasts with the heat of his hands, searing my skin through my thin leggings, making my skin tingle.
We seal our deal with a kiss, one that’s rough and sexy and has the asphalt beneath my feet disappearing.
So sexy . . .
My arms loop around his neck, pulling him closer, fingers digging into his shoulders.
The car door stabs into my back, but I don’t care—all I can focus on is him. His hands are so big and strong and confident, holding me up as if I weigh nothing. His lips, urgent and demanding, claiming mine with a passion that leaves me breathless.
Yes, Dex, yes . . .
As we make out like teenagers, the little seed of doubt slips further to the back of my brain, and my hands—the ones that were on his shoulders—slide into his hair.
Fingers crossed.
Chapter 17
Dex
“What the hell did you just say?”
I hate kissing and telling, so the last thing I want to do is repeat myself. But this is Landon and he’s my BFF, and I need someone to talk to besides Trent, for real.
“You heard me.” I don’t have the guts to repeat myself, which is the reason I’m being deliberately coy.
“What I thought I heard you say was that you jerked your date off at the movies and now you’re going to date her?” Landon chuckles into the phone, multitasking in his kitchen. “But that can’t be right because this is the woman with the kid.”
“I said what I said.” The look on Landon’s face when I say those words makes me laugh.
