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She can’t cook at all, and her sense of humor is a little dark sometimes, but Charlotte is the best of the best. Making friends when you’re an adult is hard, especially when in an unfamiliar place. I’m lucky to have found her, and although I won’t be poisoning Oliver anytime soon, maybe she’s onto something.
“Maybe you just want people to think you’re cold,” Lucy offers. She shrugs, taking a step back and rounding the large kitchen island. She runs her fingers along the knobs of the range, completely oblivious that her comment has left me speechless.
“Well, I deserve a love that’s actually love.”
“I want you to kiss me again like you did in the pool house. Like nothing else matters but me.”
I missed kissing him. He kisses me slowly but possessively, making my toes curl in my sneakers.
“I want to buy you expensive things, Lucy. What’s the point in having an ungodly amount of money if I can’t spend it on the first woman to capture my attention like this?”
Fuck. The way I feel about her—the feelings she brings out of me—are unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. She might ruin me, and I can’t even blame her for it. She’s told me she wants this to be casual. The problem is, seeing her smile like this, hearing her laugh as she stops spraying me with water and drops the hose, makes me want things I know I can’t have. I sigh, trying to ignore the blossoming ache in my chest.
“Just so you know, anything with you is my thing. Haven’t you learned that by now?” He reaches up and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“You’ve ruined me, Lucy baby. I need you to know that.”
I’ll go wherever he leads as long as he keeps kissing me just like this.
