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“Huh?”

“It just seems you’re very attached to your phone. You haven’t stopped looking at it since Becca sat down,” he says. My eyes snap up to look at him. How long has he been here?

“Becca?” Scott asks. I can’t take this anymore. Standing, I give a slight wave to Scott.

“I’m leaving. Good luck with your phone.” I glance at Connor in desperation. The look he gives me tells me we’re not leaving. I huff, and he shakes his head slightly.

“You’re leaving? You can’t leave. We’re supposed to be on a date.”

“Oh, my god,” I whisper. Connor grabs my hand, pulls me to his side, and wraps his arm around my waist. His hand is hot against me.

“This was a mistake. She should have been here with me, not you.” I stare at Connor. What does he mean by that?

“What?” Scott asks. Connor glances down at me.

“This guy?” he deadpans. I don’t know what to say.

I shrug one shoulder. “I think we should say something to Lincoln. Seriously, what’s his screening process?”

Connor breaks out into a smile, chuckling. “Come on. We’ll get another table and eat.” Connor guides me back to the entrance.

“Where are you going?” Scott yells at our backs. I take a deep breath and start to turn around to answer, but Connor stops me.

Instead, he turns around. “I’m taking my girl on a real date. One where she’s not being ignored the whole time.”

My heart jumps into my throat. He turns back around and catches me staring at him. He winks as he walks us back to the hostess to get another table. As we wait, I’m suddenly feeling very nervous. Connor leans against the wall and pulls me so my back is against his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans down so his chin rests on my shoulder. What is going on? Scott walks by, glaring at us, but he doesn’t say anything as he slams out the door.

“You matched with him?”

I chuckle. “His profile said he liked to work out and watch the sunset.” Leaning my head back to look at him.

He arches an eyebrow at me. “That may be so, but his thumbs and hand get the more significant workout.”

A bark of laughter leaves me. “His hand?” I scrunch up my nose.

He laughs. “That’s not what I meant. Although, if all his dates end like that, I wouldn’t be surprised,” he chuckles. I shake my head in amusement.

I sigh. “It’s the first date I’ve ever been on. Of course, it would be a disaster,” I mumble.

He turns me around in his arms. “You and I have gone out a lot.”

I pull my lip between my teeth. “They weren’t dates. They were two friends hanging out.”

He inhales deeply and lets it out slowly. “We’re changing that tonight,” he declares. “Tonight is a date.”

My eyes widen. “What?” He brings his thumb and forefinger to my chin, gripping it gently, lifting my head.

His eyes catch mine as he brings his face closer, his lips softly caressing mine as he murmurs, “You’re mine, Becca. Always have been, always will be.” With those words, he finally closes the short distance, pressing his lips to mine as my eyes gently close.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CONNOR

MY NICKNAMEfor her is perfect. She tastes like strawberries. Wrapping my hand around the nape of her neck, I pull her even closer. She gasps, so I take the opportunity to massage her tongue with mine. She makes a noise in the back of her throat, a whine, and a moan simultaneously. Wrapping my other arm around her waist, I splay my hand on her lower back, causing her to arch against me. I want her to make that noise again.

“Connor,” a voice calls out, but I ignore it. I want to kiss Becca forever. “Connor,” the voice calls out again. I slowly pull away, and Becca slumps against me. I smirk as I hold her up, looking around to find out who’s calling me. The hostess is looking at me, her eyebrow arched. Well, this is going to be all over town by tomorrow. I find I don’t mind. I want everyone to know Becca belongs to me, and I belong to her.

“Your table is ready.” I nod once and glance down at Becca. Her hands are still clutching my forearms.

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