Page 25 of Pro Gamer's Aim

"It's a date."

I watch her go, Milo trotting happily at her heels. As the door closes behind them, I lean back against the counter and blow out a breath. My life has turned upside down in the space of a day. I went from solitary bachelor to falling hard and fast for the girl next door. It's crazy. Reckless.

And I wouldn't change a damn thing. Sam is the best kind of plot twist. With her, I can imagine a future I never let myself want before. Love, companionship, a home that feels complete. Even if it comes with a side of doggy drool.

I'm grinning like an idiot as I head for the shower.

Chapter eleven

Chapter 11

Samantha

I've heard of love at first sight. I've read about it in hundreds of romance novels.

But there's something about how I feel about Asher that makes me think—

Oh.

So this is what love at first sight means.

Is it crazy to fall in love with a man that broke into your house to save you?

Nah. No way.

And he didn't even bat an eye when I decided to go home to change, sneakily leaving my overnight bag at his place. This way, if I manage to finagle another sleepover, it's kind of like I live there. My own clothes, ready at any time.

It's stupid, but it gives me a little sense of satisfaction.

I'm delusional. Jesus Christ.

Milo perks his ears at me in curiosity.

"Do you want a daddy, Milo?" I pick him up and nuzzle my nose into his fur as we enter my room. "I think I want to give you one. Would you mind?"

He whines and licks my nose.

"I'll take that as a yes."

But, how do I get a man like Asher to fall in love with me?

He's gorgeous. He's successful. He's internet-famous. There isn't a speck of flab on his sexy body, and he fucks like a god. The way that he ordered me around in the game, playing my body like a musician plays their instrument…

Heat pools between my legs, and I have to clench my thighs together for a moment.

He's all that, but me?

I'm just the too-young neighbor who lives next door.

What do I have to bring to his table?

Sex. But he can get that anywhere.

I groan and flop onto my bed, burying my face in the pillow. No. I can't think like that. I won't admit defeat before I've even begun.

Determination surges through me and I sit up. I'm not giving up on Asher that easily. Sure, I may not be some gorgeous supermodel or have a high-powered career, but damn it, I'm a catch! I'm funny and kind and not too shabby in the sack, if I do say so myself. And okay, maybe I don't have a ton of experience, but Asher certainly wasn't complaining last night...

A smile tugs at my lips as I recall how he touched me, worshipped me, drove me wild with pleasure. He didn't treat me like some forgettable one-night stand. No, the way he looked at me, held me close afterward... It has to mean something, right? That maybe, just maybe, he feels this intense, inexplicable connection between us too.

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