Page 86 of Falling in Love with Two

Good lord, I sound ridiculous.

He puts down his bottle of water that he just picked up. “Are you serious?”

“Uhm…yes? Well, I was. Now, I’m not so sure.”

He grabs my hands. “Listen up, buttercup. You are gorgeous.”

“Dylan…”

He holds up his hand to stop me. “No. Better yet, you’re fucking stunning.”

“Even though I’m getting a little thicker?”

He cocks one eyebrow. “Are you kidding? You know what? Stand up.”

He pulls me to my feet. “Okay, now, I want you to understand just how sexy you are.” Electricity shoots through me as his hand grazes my hip. That’s the only tingle that’s ventured anywhere near my nethers since the baby took up residency in my uterus.

Sex still sounds repulsive, but it’s nice to know my vagina is showing signs of life.

“These hips and thighs of yours are enough to bring a man to his knees. When I first saw you, I knew how sexy you were. Why do you think I worked so hard to get you to hang out with me…twice?”

“Because you were desperate?” I joke. Clearly, it’s a lie. Just look at the man.

“No, it’s because I was dying to get you underneath me.”

There goes the tingle again.

He continues. “Just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean you’re any less attractive. I think you’re beautiful.

Usually, I’d think he was just blowing smoke up my ass, but right now, I’m choosing to believe him…because it helps me feel better. Right now, it’s the only thing making me feel better.

“Thank you,” I tell him, grateful that he’s so wonderful.

As we take a seat on the couch, I go on to say, “Dylan, I need to ask you something else?”

“Go for it.”

“Why are you still single? I mean, honestly. You’re most women’s dream.”

He gets comfortable next to me and is quiet so long I wonder if he didn’t hear me.

Finally, he lets out a sigh before finally speaking. “Honestly?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Because I’ve been enjoying being a man whore.”

“Huh?” His answer catches me off guard.

“Look, I’ve always treated women right—or at least I have tried to. But I’ve never gotten serious with any of them. Until recently, I wasn’t ready to settle down. I just liked having fun, and the women I dated tended to have the same outlook. I never cheated or anything like that, and I’ve never just ghosted.”

“So, you’re the most polite man whore ever?” I ask with a laugh.

His lips curl into a half-smile. “Something like that. I was always honest about my intentions—even if they weren’t the best. Sometimes, my intentions were simply to sleep with a woman and call it a day. I liked being a serial dater.”

“So, what changed?” I ask, eating another mini quesadilla even though I know I’ll regret it soon enough.

He shrugs. “Because as much fun as the fucking part was, the going home alone after was getting old. I was just ready for more.”

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