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“Sunshine, didn’t you just hear me? I didn’t take you out because I feel like you’re owed something. I took you out because I wanted to. For the first time in my life,” he says, breaking it down for me.
“Wow. Thirty years is all it took.”
“Thirty years and you.”
And just like that, I melt.
As much as I want to be with her again, I know she’s sore after last night. Another night might just make her out of commission for the rest of the week, so instead of going back to her condo and having my wicked way with Alyssa, I curl up in her bed and mindlessly watch an old comedy special.
She falls asleep in my arms, half on top of me, and I really fucking like it.
I really fucking likeher.
I’m not sure exactly what it is; I’m just so drawn to her. And knowing that we live in the same city has me looking forward to exploring whatever this could be.
One small problem though.
She has no idea we live in the same city, and after leaving out that minor—okay, significant—detail, I don’t know how to fix the inadvertent lie. It’s just that, when I’d left out a few details, I hadn’t foreseen anything beyond a one-night stand.
Now?
Now, I want to continue this, so tomorrow, the first thing I’m going to do is tell her the truth.
I just hope it’s not too late.
