Page 64 of How to Love a Rockstar

The bell above the door to the bookstore jingles and she steps away from me. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to walk you home. I don’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“Indigo’s here.”

I point to Cash and Indigo who are now making out. “I don’t think she’ll be walking you home.”

“Those two never could keep their hands off each other.”

Her words are wistful as if she too wishes for a man who can’t keep his hands off of her. Don’t you worry, Ginny. I’m here and my hands want to be on you all the time.

“They were pretty disgusting in high school,” I say instead of confessing my desires.

She rolls her eyes. “So disgusting.”

“You ready to go home or do you have another engagement this evening?”

She motions down the street. The dark street where all the stores have already closed up for the evening. Even the diner and coffee shop are closed. Only the brewery and bar are open past ten in this town.

It sounds dull, but Winter Falls is anything but dull. It would be a good place to raise children. If a particular woman wants children.

I grasp her hand and we begin walking home. “Do you want children?”

“I do. I want a big family. Kids running around everywhere. No one yelling at them to be quiet.”

I frown. This isn’t the first time she’s hinted about her home life being troubled during her childhood. I want to know everything about it. And I will. In time.

“I want a big family, too.”

“You do?” She glances up at me.

“Yep. I love visiting my sister, Janis. Did I tell you she has two boys? Her house is complete chaos. But there’s love.”

She sighs. “Sounds wonderful.”

Giving Ginny a family just went to the top of the list of things I want to give her. Not the top, top. First, a house.

We reach our apartment complex and walk up the stairs to her apartment. I want to follow her inside and show her how I feel about her. But I’m not rushing her. I’ll settle for a goodnight kiss.

Ginny opens her door before glancing up at me from beneath her lashes. Her glasses slide down her nose and she pushes them up with both hands.

“Do you want to come inside?”

I step closer. “For a coffee?”

“I can’t sleep if I drink coffee this late.”

“For a nightcap?”

“I don’t have any hard liquor in my house.”

I was wrong. A house isn’t the first thing I want to give Ginny. I want to give her orgasms – lots and lots of orgasms – first. I close in on her until she’s trapped against the wall. “What would we do if I came inside?”

Her breath catches and her breasts rub against my chest. “I’m sure we could think of something.”

“Are you sure?” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t want to rush you.”

“I’m sure.”

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