Page 30 of My Summer Girl

It’s one word, and still, it has them biting their fist. “Stop giving me ideas when we need to get to work.” They drop their hand, leave a chaste kiss to my cheek, and head over to their armoire, grabbing clothing and buttoning up their dress shirt.

They grab a silky one, placing it over my shoulders, kissing each one before covering it. Their fingers trace over each button as they do them up.

“I couldn’t imagine a more tempting sight than you in my clothing, dove. Breathtaking.”

Heat floods my face and has the warmest sensation sinking into my bones. “Better check your phone.”

I do.

Regret festers beneath my skin.

There’s a million messages and missed calls from Paloma—my boss—and my sister Di.

“Guess that discussion about quitting my job needs to happen,” I grumble, closing my eyes. They tilt my chin and reach down, bringing our lips together.

“If you quit—give in to this ‘fuck it’ list—I’ll make tonight very satisfying for that list.”

I go to object, not sure if I’m ready to add a third to our party when we’ve only just bonded. It has to feel right. The tug must be there for me to be able to connect and share Vex. To share myself too.

“Not that,” they immediately assuage, their thumb dragging across my bottom lip. “The Viewing Room. It’s ours tonight.”

“Guess I’ve got a date with death.”

“Don’t think your brother likes to be called a grim reaper.”

I laugh, but it comes out obnoxiously like a yell, while I think of Val and his black attire. “I meant my boss, but that’s pretty accurate.”

They swat my ass and hand me my port-path necklace that somehow got removed in the shuffle last night. “Off you go, dove. Be free.”

My heart hammers, both fear and excitement battling for the heartbeat in my chest.

It’s time for a new chapter.

Chapter Thirteen

Dulce

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