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The man’s head snaps up, and cinnamon-tinted eyes take me in from behind his glasses. His dark brown eyebrows furrow as he stands and removes his glasses. Holy hell. My mouth dries out while another place gets a different memo. He’s tall, at least 6’4, and let’s just say he looks like he’s well-acquainted with the weights at the gym. His ball cap sits atop brown hair that curls slightly at the ends. I get the sudden urge to run my hands through it. No, dammit.
He kind of intimidates me because I equally want to ride him, while also flipping him the bird.
If I’m being honest, I don’t like when people don’t like me. I’m very much a people pleaser.
“Oh man, Cameron is in trouble. I can’t wait to watch him fall,” he muses as he shoves his arms into his jacket. “Fall?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Finn’s body retreats. Turning around, his head twists over his shoulder, and he says, “In love with you.”
You know when you hear an old favorite song and it fills you with a warm, happy feeling at the familiar tune? Yeah, that’s what listening to her laugh did to me, and despite it being new, it feels like my heart knows its tune already. I’m in trouble.
He’s the first guy I’ve ever drawn. Every time I look at it, butterflies take flight in my stomach. It makes me nauseous.
No, no, no. This is not good. He can’t do this to my poor, secretly hopeless romantic heart. This man. This sweet, kind, caring man. He remembered my favorite food combination and got me a heated stuffed cupcake, which I told him is what my dad calls me.
He’s making my girl uncomfortable for whatever reason, and to hell if I’m going to let it continue.
Grief tends to remind us of what we lost, but sometimes a little gratitude helps you to remember what you have and to be thankful for it right now.
Little does she know I’ve imagined her as mine more times than I’d like to admit.
“I’m not sure I like this trio we’re forming.”
“Talk to me, please. It’s killing me,” he murmurs against my hair.
“Who did this to you?”
“I wanted to try and take this slow, but I don’t know if I can, love. Not after I’ve got my first taste. I want more.”
The man is a sweetheart in public but dirtier than I imagined in the sheets.
“None of my dreams make sense without you in it. You are the dream, Rory.”
I used to be the one in control, but now? Cameron threw that bitch out the window, completely owning me in every way possible.
“That’s my fucking wife,” he says with a glimmer in his eyes.
