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“Handsome. I think you’re just my type, Mr. Morgan. Tall, dark and handsome … I would put good money down that you’re just about every woman’s type.” A rough chuckle leaves me as I reply, “But I don’t want to be out here with any woman. I only asked one to coffee.”
“Well … actually, I asked you out for coffee so I could ask you out for dinner.”
I leave her by her car with a small, chaste kiss. Tomorrow night, though … if I’m going to kiss her, it’s not going to be on her cheek.
He may be my son’s teacher … but there’s no doubt that Trent Morgan could teach me a thing or two.
I’ve been imagining all sorts of things for over a year but what I wanted to do to that man on top of that little table is downright deviant.
The boys yelling out on behalf of the toy men in their hands breaks me from the spell Trent is so darn good at putting me under.
Little butterflies make my stomach flip and I can see a happily ever after with him. Already. I haven’t even had my kiss yet.
Dating a man you really want to hold on to for more than one night is completely terrifying.
If my father taught me anything before passing, it’s that love is in the details. Small gifts that bring memories will go a long way.
“You like to smile, don’t you? Her head tilts with a small nod. “Happiness is a choice.”
“What would make you happy?” You. The word stays at the back of my throat and I shrug, taking a swig of my drink rather than answering. “Life is good, but I just want make sure it’s everything it can be for Chase.”
One small problem, though: there’s nothing about the two of us that I want to do slow.
She needs time to know I’m serious—hell, she needed a year just to let me take her out for coffee. I’ll give her all the time in the world … tomorrow. But right now? “Not yet,” I tell her, positioning myself on top of her again. The bed groans and her bottom lip drops open just slightly. “I’m not done with you yet. Spread your legs for me.”
With a quick kiss, I tell him to have a good day and any nerves are gone, replaced by butterflies wreaking havoc in my chest.
