Page 97 of Forget Me Not

“You’re damned lucky we’re in a school,” I murmur roughly and slip my hat off my head to scrub a hand through my hair. “You’ll pay for that, later.”

I love the way the blush spreads up her chest and into her cheeks, but still, I shove the dirty fantasies back down, adjusting discreetly in my tiny chair.

“How was the water?”

“Caught a lot. Manto invited me to his wedding.”

“Oh, and are you going?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“You.”

“What about me?”

“If I’m going, I’m going with you on my arm. Nothing less.”

Her eyes twinkle and she smirks. “I have to go. I’m a bridesmaid.”

“Well, you’re my bridesmaid, then.”

“Staking claim, Mr. Morrison?” she teases, but she has no fucking idea how right she is with those words. In my own fucking way, yeah, I am. Should I be? Abso-fucking-lutely not. “Fine,” she concedes. “I’ll be your wedding date.”

Damn straight.

“What about tonight?”

“What about it?”

“What are you doing?”

Fucking anything to you that you’ll let me.

“Are you asking me on a date, sweetheart?”

She rolls her eyes and fights a smile.

“I just have something I want to show you.”

My cock twitches and I eye her. She must get what I’m thinking because a blush burns on her cheeks.

“You’re impossible.”

“You’re beautiful.” She can’t fight the grin that pulls at her lips and I swear my chest aches. “Come find me when you’re done. I’m all yours.”

She finishes her popsicle, tossing it in the trash as I stand. I need a shower before I get within five feet of her.

“Ms. Fischer, what’s snow blowing?” Abigail asks and Nova goes pale, shooting a look at me.

“Well,” I chuckle, standing. “That’s my cue to go.”

My father wasn’t the type of man for affection. There were no words of affirmation. No bonding. Even the times we went out on the boat were met with harsh words and often punches being thrown my way.

It’s part of why I’ll never have kids.

I can’t stand the thought of fucking them up like Dad did me. No one wants a father like that. I didn’t.

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