Page 43 of Falling in Love with Two

“Twenty.”

Holy shit, she can’t even drink yet.

I know age is just a number, but somehow, it seems crazier when my date is almost a whole decade younger than me.

“You seem a little young to want to settle down,” I tell her.

“Not really,” she says, taking a bite of her mashed potatoes. “Just leaves more time for babies.”

My forehead creases. “How many do you want?”

“Oh, I want a whole house full. At least five, but I’d love more.”

Good lord, I think I’m going to be sick.

“Do you come from a big family?” I ask.

“Nope. It was just my sister and I.” She smiles. “How many do you want?”

“Not sure, but I come from a family where there were five of us kids, so I’d like to keep it smaller than that.”

She does nothing to hide the disappointment on her face. “Oh.”

There’s an extremely awkward silence between us. I look at her plate and see she’s still eating. The woman picks at her food like a damn bird. It would be great if she hurried up so that our date can come to an end. With the way this is going, I don’t think there will be a second.

I ask Stacy what she likes to do for fun, and she tells me she loves to read and then sails right into a lengthy description of the book she’s currently reading.

I do my best to stay engaged, but my mind can’t stay off Leah. Our last night of fun was over three weeks ago, but she still occupies space in my brain.

I had a feeling she would.

Leah isn’t one that’s easy to forget.

I’ve wanted to pop in to visit her at the tattoo shop since I don’t have her number, but I’ve resisted. I told her I’d stay away.

But that hasn’t stopped me from thinking about her, hoping she’s okay.

And it hasn’t stopped me from fisting my cock while thinking about her ass bouncing against me. She was just so much fun and so uninhibited.

Maybe I’m still smitten because I know I can’t have her. The whole I want what I can’t have thing.

I think it’s about time to move on, though. It’s not like suddenly, she’s going to decide that she’s ready for more. And I’m not the type of man who is going to chase after someone who isn’t interested.

I need to stop going after women who want nothing more than a good time. It used to be fun, but I don’t know that it’s going to get me very far moving forward.

I should probably be trying to give it a shot with someone like Stacy. She’s cute and seems sweet.

Pulling me from my thoughts, she says, “It’s so nice going out with a nice guy. It seems like most guys are just trying to get into my pants.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

I’m thinking about getting into someone’s pants—just not yours. Does that make me better or worse?

She says, “When I tell them I’m a virgin, most of them seem even more interested.”

Come again?

“Oh,” I stammer, unsure of what I should say.

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