Page 60 of Mine to Ruin

“Why do I think there is more?”

He takes my lips in a long kiss that melts my insides and almost my resolve, then he warns me, “If you don’t leave right now, I am taking you back with me.”

I rush out of the car because those dimples could fry any brain cell. His deep laughter follows me outside. I walk in my apartment and grab the keys to Diana’s place. Luna waves her tail as she meows, and I lift her to my chest for a quick cuddle. My cell vibrates in my pocket when I’m putting food in her bowl. A huge smile spreads across my lips as I read Kian’s text.

I left my wallet in the car, now I can’t get in. What are you doing to me?

I press my cell to my chest and squeal.

“Don’t look at me like that, Luna,” I say to the cat who is watching me with her round blue eyes. “I’m in love.”

The power of my words hits me, and I stumble into my apartment and pour myself a glass of wine. Panic is present like a flicker of an old lamp, but I feel more relief. My chest lights up like a supernova. I’m in love. I drop down on the stool and call the girls, hoping that even with the time difference they pick up.

“I can’t believe you haven’t said anything until now,” Aubrey complains.

“Aubrey, this is not about you,” says Tara.

“Shut up, I don’t know if I am comfortable with her being with the King of the Night. She basically started her sex life with a race car, instead of easing into it with training wheels, like a normal person.

I roll my eyes at her and Tara scrunches her nose up at the stupid label.

“Look at her. She’s already in love with him,” Aubrey adds with a sigh. “I wish I’d recorded your drunk ass when you said you couldn’t fall in love.”

“Love has nothing to do with experience.”

“Whatever, she’s already in love with him,” Aubrey tells Tara then turns her focus to me. “Has his magic cock cured you of your inability to love?” she asks, pointing at me, and a dreamy sigh escapes my mouth.

“I don’t know what I had before him, but sex and everything else with him is so…”

“I don’t know if I want to have those images in my head,” Tara groans.

“For God’s sake Tara, stop being such a prude. You restore ancient Roman and Greek cocks for a living.”

There’s a moment of complete silence before we all crack up laughing. After the amusement dies down, I ask, waving my hands to get their attention.

“Can we go back to what I’m going to wear to the opening?”

Aubrey takes the reins, and after exhausting my entire wardrobe, we decide on a pale pink fitted dress.

I’m hit by how much I miss hanging out with them.

“I miss you girls.”

“Me, too. I miss our lazy Thursday nights, popcorn and Netflix, and our Friday nights going out, and our lazy Sundays.”

“Shut up, Tara. You’re in Paris,” Aubrey reminds her.

“I can’t wait to come home.”

Soon after that, we hang up, and I call my mom. The first thing I hear is her nasally tone, revealing I am in for some mock theatrics.

“Is that my daughter?”

“The one and only.”

“Paul, it’s your daughter. She remembered her parents.”

I giggle at my mom’s antics. “Mom, stop it. I have something to tell you.”

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