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Yeah?
I don’t think we’re just talking anymore.
I agree. We’re definitely not just talking anymore.
I really want to see you.
I want to see you too.
I nibble on my lower lip, trying to ignore the heat that’s beginning to flare up in my core.
And I want to do more than see you. Please tell me you’ve been thinking about it too.
Mia, these days, you’re all I think about. In every aspect. Including this one.
Groaning, I switch to lying on my belly, ignoring its contented rumble from my breakfast, and fight the urge to caress my own body. That’s nothing but a Band-Aid solution to the remedy I crave.
I really don’t think I can wait to see you. I just don’t know where we should meet up.
My mind runs in circles. I could pick him up in the car, but messing around in Jess’s car, when she and her kids ride around in it? That’s just disrespectful. Nolan may be artificial, but the idea of getting it on anywhere for the first time other than a nice place with a sturdy bed makes me feel like I’m cheapening him.
He’s not a walking vibrator for me to use when it suits me. He’s a person, metal or not.
I can practically hear the smile on Nolan’s face.
You could come here.
To the station? I can do that? But aren’t the other guys there, sleeping and stuff?
I don’t see why not. It’s my work, but it’s also my home. I have my own room. They’re here, but there’s enough distance between my room and their barracks to give us some space, and I’m officially out of commission for three days. Chief’s orders after the injuries I sustained. I wouldn’t recommend strutting around the front entrance, banging on a drum and announcing it to the world or anything, but yeah. You can come over. Discreetly. Just text me when you’re here and I’ll let you in the back way.
Repercussions fly through my mind. There’s some risk. I wouldn’t want to get Nolan in trouble or embarrass Apollo if I were discovered, but I can be discreet, and it’s not like I have a lot of options with my full house here.
We’ll have to be quiet. Can you do that?
Nolan is who I want. He’s all I can think of anymore.
Yeah. I can do that. Tell me when.
Come after 11. Does that work?
He’s everything right with the world. He’s solid and steady, but he’s also exciting and intriguing. This is so much more than just wanting him physically. My need for Nolan transcends the physical. He’s become a drug coursing through my veins. I want more with Nolan than I’ve ever wanted with any man. It’s not just about whether or not we sleep together—and I really, really want that—it’s the thought of potentially waking up next to him, of what it could be like seeing him every day.
This is real. One hundred percent the real thing.
Realizing that, I’m helpless against his offer. I have to be with him tonight.
All right. I’ll be there tonight.
I spent the day with little Hera and Laurent so that Jessica can really enjoy her only day off. I help Laolao with the kids’ bedroom. I start laundry, I wash dishes. Domestic duties are a nice change of pace for me today, and it helps pass the time fast. My mind and heart are stalled, waiting for nightfall.
Jessica knows something is up when I come down after dinner in the evening, wearing a little black dress, silver jewelry, and jasmine perfume in my hair. I went easy on the makeup, keeping everything light and natural.
“A date with Nolan tonight?” she teases. “I didn’t know he had the evening off.”
“They gave him some time off to recuperate from his injuries.” Not that he needs it, but it makes me respect Nolan’s chief a little, knowing that he treats Nolan the same way he treats his human personnel. “I was hoping I could borrow your car keys.”
Jessica squints at me with a mischievous smirk, one I can’t help but bashfully return. Even if I tried to lie to her, I think she’d know. She offers me her key fob, then withdraws her hand at the last second and points at me. “No sex in my car.”
