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“You want my honest opinion?” It’s my knee-jerk reflex to say no. Whenever she asks if I want her honest opinion, it always turns out to be something mean like you need to be more realistic or Keanu Reeves is a mortal man. Bitch knows how to cut me straight to the core.
I should be taken? I already am taken. I just haven’t gotten around to telling Harlow about it. I’m pretty sure relationships based entirely on one person’s detailed fantasies and a couple of steamy blowjobs are very in right now.
Night, honey.” That’s the second time he’s called me that tonight, and my stupid, possibly arrhythmic heart really seems to like it. “Night.”
“Do you ever feel like people are watching you like you’re sizing up a dildo when you check the firmness of a cucumber?”
I can’t imagine that I’ll find another man in a million years who will hide silly poems in my pockets like Teddy does. I wonder if my future husband will mind if I let him keep doing it…
“Any particular feelings on rimming?” I ask as I kiss my way down his throat, nipping at his collarbone when I reach it. “Strongly pro,” he gasps,
I grin because it’s exactly what I expected him to say. I’ve imagined this moment a million times, and it’s comforting to know that Fantasy Harlow was pretty spot on.
As soon as Harlow’s gone, Marnie gives me another one of those speculative once-overs. “So, how long have you been in love with him?”
“Oh my god, we are so keeping him,” Marnie declares. “We definitely are,” Harlow agrees, shooting me a sweet smile that I tuck close to my heart for safe keeping.
Does he ever want to get married? The thought makes my stomach squirm uncomfortably. As if there’s a man in the world who would be good enough for him.
As our lips and tongues tangle and slide against each other, I can’t help but wonder what it was he wanted to say to me last night, and what would’ve happened if I’d let him. Will I get another chance to find out? And most importantly…what are we going to wear to Marnie’s wedding?
He has all the sexy energy of a mechanic with the style and bank account of a white-collar man. “And he is fantastic with his hands.”
It’s hitting me now that no matter how hard I love Low, I can only keep loving him if he lets me.
Love is taking the leap and trusting him to catch you.
“I think falling in love with you was the smartest thing I’ve ever done,” Harlow says with a happy sigh.
I don’t just have the smell of him lingering on my couch anymore. I have it permeating every inch of our home together. I don’t just have stolen smiles and a secret crush. I have every second of him. Some of those seconds are the perfect movie moments he loves so much, but most are just us, and as far as I’m concerned, they’re absolutely perfect.
