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“I’m sure that’s not true,” Leo says. “Come, I’ll walk you to the front.”

I follow Leo like a puppy, gripping the basket as hard as my sore hand allows. My eyes stay firmly on his back, avoiding dipping to his ass, even though I’d love to get a look at it. I’m sure it’s as tight as?—

My eyes drop to the firm globes, and my cock stirs. Fuck, he’s so fucking sexy. I wonder how that ass would feel under my hands as I spur him on to fuck me, my fingernails sinking deep into the plump flesh.

I scoff as Leo pushes the door open. Just because he asked me on a date doesn’t mean he wants to fuck me. He could like me now but change his mind when he gets a load of my rambling.

Shaking my head, I clear my thoughts of fucking and firm asses. I can have my fantasies when I get home.

When we get to the front of the coffee shop, Leo turns to me and holds his hand out. “It was great meeting you, Ty. I can’t wait to taste more of what you have.”

Was that flirting? Was Leo talking about more than my baked goods? No, he meant the baked goods. “I can’t wait to let you taste whatever you want.” Okay, that was me flirting.

Leo’s grin widens. “I’ll text you later. Be safe.”

Nodding, I shake his hand gingerly and leave the coffee shop.

I’m safely in my car when I do a happy dance and shout almost at the top of my lungs in excitement. Grin still on my face, I drive home, eager to tell Sam what happened. Then I have to sit my ass down and make a schedule for when I’ll start to bake. Depending on how much Leo and his partner June want, I might be busy for the next few days.

Making my dreams come true feels good.

CHAPTER 3

LEO

When I get home, I force myself to shower and start dinner before I reach out to Tyshawn. I’ve been thinking about him all day. If it didn’t make me seem overeager, I would have sent him a text as soon as he stepped out of the door of Ray’s.

This is stage five clinger behavior and I know it. When something is mine, I claim it. It’s how I’m wired. Most people would think it’s psychotic, and I don’t disagree. That comes with the territory of being a psychopath.

Asking Ty on a date is as close to claiming him as I could get without tipping him off that I’m not completely … normal. If it were up to me, I’d tell him he was mine and have him move in with me today. Blu told me that’s not how I’m supposed to go about things, so I kept it cool.

Once I’m out of the shower and dinner is on the stove, I pull my phone out and send Ty a text. It’s been about five hours since I saw him. That’s plenty of time.

Me: Hey.

I have to stop myself from sending more. The only thing that stays my hand is I don’t want to overwhelm him. If I give him all of my clingy quirks, he’ll bolt for sure. I’d rather he be with me willingly than kidnapping him and chaining him to my headboard. My dedushka, Ivan, said I can’t take people against their wills and expect to stay out of prison. While I like to keep what is mine close to me, I don’t want to get locked up and be away from him forever. That would defeat the purpose of kidnapping him in the first place.

My phone beeps in my hand, and I quickly swipe my thumb over the lock screen to open it.

Ty: Hey, Leo. I didn’t expect you to text me.

Why wouldn’t he? Ty is fucking hot. Besides that, an unfamiliar feeling flowed through me when our eyes met. Something about him had alarm bells ringing in my head but not in warning. It was a soul deep realization that Ty was mine.

I couldn’t stop staring at him during the tasting. He’s so fucking handsome, and his nervous, adorable babbling gave me a foreign swooping sensation in my belly.

Not only did he have those beautiful fucking mismatched eyes that had me practically in a trance, but everything about him was just beautiful. His rich brown skin was clear, the fluorescent lights making it glow in a way I’ve never seen. His cute little nose twitched every time he started babbling, something I didn’t know I would find attractive, but fuck if I didn’t like looking at it. His lips are plump, the lower thicker than the upper, and my mind kept imagining how his lips would feel on mine. Which is crazy because I can count on one hand how many people I’ve kissed. I didn’t like any occasion that called for it, but here I am, thinking about Ty’s lips.

Focusing on the text, I reply.

Me: Why? I told you I would.

The small dots appear and disappear at the bottom of the screen, and I hold my phone tighter so I won’t miss his message. He’s either backspacing a lot or is sending me a long message. It’s the former, and for some reason, that makes me smile.

Ty: I’m not sure. What are you up to?

Even though I want to pry, I don’t give in to my curiosity. On our date, I’ll find out all I need to know about him.

Me: Just finished cooking dinner. Do you work tomorrow?

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