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He huffs out my name. “Greer . . .”
“I always thought this was a fantasy: the butterflies, the phone sex, the dates that end with sweet kisses, and the guy who always seems to say exactly what I want to hear, until I met you.”
“Greer!”
“Shh. Let me finish. You stepped out of a book and showed me reality was better than fiction. You’re the real deal, Fisher. And there’s no other man in the world who could be Penn. There’s no other man like him because he’s based off of you. I used to say hewasyou, but that’s not true. He has nothing on you, you’re way better.”
“Can I say something?”
“No. Wait. You would slay this part. You’d be amazing. Hell, I’ll even tell the world I wrote the book off of one night with you. Then I’ll spend the rest of my life beating off women with a stick. Just please think about it. Don’t say no.”
“Are you finished?” he asks.
“Yes.” I lower my head, defeated.
“I tried to say yes the minute you got on your knees, but you wouldn’t let me. Don’t ever get on your knees in front of me again unless we’re being intimate. You should never, ever have to beg me to give you anything. Everything I have is yours, including my heart.”
“Really?” I jump up and tackle him on the bed. “You’ll do it?”
“If it’s what you want and you’re sure it will never come between us.”
“It’s what I want.” I kiss his face repeatedly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
He laughs as he spins me around so I’m underneath him. “Just promise me that if anything is bothering you, you’ll tell me. And there will never be any need to beat anyone with a stick. I only want you.”
I lift my head and kiss his lips. I try to deepen the kiss, but he breaks it. “I guess I’d better get dressed. Looks like I’m coming with you.”
I gaze into his eyes and see my love for him reflected back at me. “You’re definitely coming, but I think I’m okay with being a little late after all.”
He presses his lips to mine and all is right with the world. Maybe the law of attraction is true after all. I wrote an amazing man and the world one upped me. I can live with that.
Time doesn’t healallwounds. But Patrick Fisher is the best Band-Aid I could have ever hoped for.
Book boyfriends are fun, butrealmen are even better.
The End
One year later
Fisher
“Babe, are you almost ready?” I glance at my phone. We walk the red carpet in a little over an hour. Luna and Fabian want us there early for pictures.
“Give me a minute. You’re lucky. You have no idea how hard it is to do hair and makeup.”
“Oh I don’t know about that. I’ve sat in many a chair being made camera worthy. But you don’t need any of that. You look your hottest first thing in the morning if you ask me.”
“Yeah, well. I think you’re biased. I don’t need pictures plastered all over the globe of People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive and his frumpy, just rolled out of bed girlfriend.”
“I’m sorry, but who almost punched a reporter for commenting on your tight ass just last week?”
“You.” She rounds the corner and my heart almost beats out of my chest, I grab ahold of it to keep it inside. “Holy fuck, Greer. You’re a vision.”
She twirls around in a floor-length red dress that makes her sexy skin radiate even more. “Goddamn.”
“You’re too good to me. And that suit?” She fans herself. “I’m going to peel that off of you with my teeth tonight.”
“I’m going to hold you to that. But right now, we need to go.”
