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It’s the people in our life who mold us, and I’m far from being molded completely.”
I turn toward Dylan, who’s already reaching into her dress and unclasping her bra.
I mentally applaud Going in Blind. No, an applaud is too tame, I need something more meaningful. I mentally ass slap them, right on the glute, hand to skin, leaving a red mark, a red mark of love. Nothing says thank you like a branded red-slap to the old buttocks.
do you enjoy being a TV host?” “Ah, so you do know who I am.” Sheepishly he smiles. “I was playing it cool.” This guy is too cute.
I always think making friends as an adult is hard, but finding someone to spend the rest of your life with, now that’s the ultimate challenge.
“There’s no way in hell I would be able to say goodbye to you forever tonight. I not only want to see you again, but I need to see you again.”
“All in good time, beautiful. Now get in your house before I do something I regret.”
“I couldn’t wait until Saturday. Forgive me.” And in seconds, his lips are slowly nipping across mine, gentle and soft.
But what I really want, what I truly, desperately want is romance. I want to hold my husband’s hand in a movie or when we walk to the store. I want to yell at him one minute over something stupid, then be making passionate love the next, simply because we can’t stay mad at each other. I want to be cherished, for someone to call me his own. And I want to give myself to that someone for as long as we both shall live. I want to be in love.
“My brothers were hounding me too. I told them I was going out with a hot morning show host.”
Three men. Three perfectly matched men. Three perfectly matched, handsome, amazing men and here I am, being told I’m not the one they really want . . . again.
“Jack Valentine is here for the last segment. He’s the owner of Going in Blind, the one you’ll be interviewing.”
I’ve heard of men walking in a room and owning it, but I’ve never experienced a man walking up to me and owning the air around me. Owning . . . me.
Barely pulling away, he speaks softly, “Go out with me.”
God, there is no excuse. I’m slut-zilla, climbing dicks like skyscrapers.
“Noely, there is only one person on my mind when I think about getting laid.”
That’s when I spot Jack, leaning over the glass wall of his deck, hands typing away on the screen of his phone, a smile on his face. His posture seems so much more relaxed, at ease, as if he’s finally happy. Ding. I pull my phone out of my pocket and see a notification. Looking back at Jack, I watch as he puts his phone in his pocket and then stares out at the ocean, hands pressed in front of him.
There is a smile on his face but insecurity in his eyes, too. Strange. And that’s when it really hits me. I truly regret what I did, because every time I run into you, I see the beautifully intelligent and dynamic woman I foolishly let slip from my grasp. He truly regrets letting me go. That insecurity has been present in his stare every time we’ve run into each other. Even when he was deep inside me, I saw the same look. Despite his cool, alpha businessman demeanor, he’s insecure when it comes to me. Which only means one thing. He really likes me. And hell . . . I really like him.
“Look around, happiness is trying to catch you.”
Jack Valentine is my perfect match.
Without saying a word, Jack pulls me into a hug, and the tension I was experiencing evaporates under his touch. “I meant to surprise you, not scare you.” Putting some distance between us, he adjusts his tie and gives me a once-over. “You look beautiful. Yellow is a gorgeous color on you.”
“But from the sparkle in your eye when you talk about him, I can see he’s on your mind; he really has captured you.” You have, I want to scream. I want to throw this table to the ground, hop on his lap, and kiss him senseless.
“You know, I wonder where we would be right now if I didn’t foolishly break things off with you. If I’d talked to you rather than run away.”
I didn’t mean to meet anyone with the app. My profile was just a test profile, to make sure we had everything setup properly, but when the system matched me with Noely, and I read everything about her, I was intrigued. I had to meet her, so I said yes to a date. Best decision of my life.
Million-dollar business deals barely grant me a perspiration, but Noely in a tight red dress with matching lipstick? Fuck, she had me sweating from my hands to my feet.
Unfortunately, I’m at a point where nothing is going to soothe me, not until Noely is once again in my arms. Not until she is truly mine. Because when she is, I am never letting her go.
“Of course, Miss Clark.” She’s so pretty and sweet; I have a slight crush on her. Only a slight one.
There are old couples, young, gay, and bi-racial with, I presume, one giant thing in common: they are looking for love. I’m glad I’m not the only one.
The moment he turns around, I know he’s the one because my heart skips a beat. Your heart is never blind. This couldn’t be more true. Jack is the one, my match, the man I’m supposed to be with, and my heart is showing me loud and clear.
“I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.” The famous quote from You’ve Got Mail at the end of the movie when they finally meet in the park is the only thing I can think to say at this moment.
The tension in Jack’s shoulders ease, and the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen crosses his face. Pulling me in tightly by the small of my back, he presses his forehead against mine. In a sultry voice, he asks, “Will you go out on a second date with me, ShopGirl?”
It’s him. It’s him. It’s what my heart keeps pounding out, telling me. This is the man I need to be with, the man I’m meant to be with. He’s my very own love story.
When she opens the door, she acts casual, but from the glint in her eyes, I can tell she’s excited to see me. Hell, I’m just as excited to see her. “Hey, beautiful.”
Two weeks of this, two weeks of calling this woman mine, two weeks of dinners, dates, and long walks on the beach, stopping occasionally to dance beneath the stars. It’s been incredible, everything I could have asked for when it comes to a partner in life.
“No, I wanted to discuss that little dress you had on today.” “The green sequined dress?” She plays with my tie, starting to undo the tightly wound Windsor knot. “Yeah, that dress.” I move my hand up her thigh, under her shorts where I find she’s not wearing any underwear. “It was quite short, don’t you think?” Expertly her fingers free my tie and she pulls it from around my neck only to toss it on the floor. “I don’t think it was short at all.” “Really? That’s interesting, because from the way I saw it, it almost seemed like you were trying to tease me while you were on the show today. You
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But it never gets old knowing from the very beginning, her heart connected with mine. And knowing she doesn’t hate me for stalling us.
Her smile lights up my heart, and the way she speaks so kindly to the crew around her, it reminds me of how kind her heart is.
From the very beginning, our hearts knew, we were meant for each other. It only took a date with a suit, a rebel, and a jock to figure it out.
