Page 75 of Somewhere You Belong

“I think you can stop calling me that now.”

“Never.” I grin down at her.

Willow blinks, our eyes still locked on one another. “You slept here.”

“Was I not supposed to?”

“No. I just…” She takes a deep breath. “What happens now, Dallas?”

“Well, I need coffee and probably some breakfast…”

Her lips part and her eyebrows draw together. “I meant…with us. I still plan on selling this house, you know…”

The reality of our situation slams right back into me. But last night, that was the last thing I was thinking about.

I was just worried abouther—her safety, her fear, her being here all alone.

“Last night wasn’t about that, Willow. And you know it.”

“I mean, I wasn’t really sure what your motives were…”

I cup the side of her face. “I was worried aboutyou, and I wantedyou. That’s why I came here. And tomorrow, I’m gonna takeyouon a date.”

Her brows pop up. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“What if I wanted to say no?”

“You don’t.”

Her face falls. “This is complicated…” she trails off, biting her bottom lip.

“You know, at first, I thought so too. But honestly, it’s not.” Cupping the side of her face, I wait for her eyes to meet mine again. “I’ve felt drawn to you since the second I saw you, and for once, I’m tired of overthinking shit. If you’re only here for a limited amount of time, I think we owe it to ourselves to enjoy each other’s company.”

A no strings attached agreement sounds easy, but the truth is, there are several strings tethering us together. But all I know is, for the first time in a long time, I want to be around a woman for more than just one night. So, consequences be damned, I’m going to listen to my gut—and maybe my dick a little bit too.

“Well, I definitely enjoyed last night, crazy storm aside.”

I lean down and press a soft kiss to her lips. “I did too.”

“Do storms like that happen often here?”

“During the summer and fall, yes. Don’t you get weather up in D.C.?”

“Yeah, but not like that.”

“The best part about those storms is the calm after.”

“What do you mean?”

I launch from the ground, pulling her up with me. But as she stands, I realize she’s still naked from the waist down.

“Shit,” Willow curses, grabbing the blanket from the ground to cover herself.

“No need to be shy, babe. My tongue was all over the sweet pussy of yours last night.”

“Dallas…” Her cheeks turn pink.

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