Page 87 of Falling in Love with Two

“Is that what you wanted when we first met? More?”

“When you and I first met, I knew I wanted to get to know you better—in whatever form that came in.”

“What was it about me that drew you in? No offense, but I don’t seem like your normal type.”

He asks, “What do you think my normal type is?’

“I don’t know. Probably preppy, leggy, and maybe perky. I figured you would go for someone who has all her shit together. You know, the exact opposite of me.”

“I told you before that I don’t have a type, but I’d say it speaks volumes that I couldn’t get you off my mind.” He leans closer to speak in a low voice. “For Christ’s sake, Leah. I came to you to get a tattoo.”

“You’ve got a point.”

“While we’re on the subject, what’s your type?”

“Hmm.” I tap my finger on my chin. “Assholes.”

“Ouch. Really?”

“Oh, yeah. It was a revolving door of losers. But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about my love life. It reads like a season of Sex and the City.”

“Lucky for you, I’m a total Samantha. Let me hear it.”

I go to open my mouth, but he stops me. “Wait!”

“What?”

“A story like this needs ice cream.”

As he jumps off the couch and runs to the kitchen, two thoughts run through my mind.

One, he is wonderful.

Two, how the hell does he eat so much junk and stay looking like a Greek God?

Proof that God is indeed a man.

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Sexy Golden Retriever

Dylan

“Alright, let me hear it,” I prompt.

Leah may have thought that I didn’t want to hear about her past love life, but I will take any opportunity I can to learn more about her. She only lets me see little bits of herself at a time, so I take whatever she’ll give me.

“Hmm. Where should I start?” She asks more for herself than me. “I started dating a guy in high school. He was my first everything. It started out great. Once we added sex into the mix, he got crazy jealous of any guy I would even talk to. Add that to all the shit I was already dealing with concerning my new stepdad, I just couldn’t do it anymore. So, I broke it off. After that, I was ready to let loose and have some fun. Then I started having way too much fun.”

She pauses for a moment to gather her thoughts. I look at her and how gorgeous she looks. Earlier when she asked if I still thought she was attractive, it was one of the few times I’ve seen her vulnerable. I meant every word that I said to her. I still think she’s beautiful. Maybe even more so now that she’s pregnant with my baby. She’s still sexy as fuck. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that both her ass and her tits are getting more plump.

I love it—even if I have to look while keeping my hands to myself.

She starts speaking again. “I started drinking and smoking weed. I figured my family already thought I was a degenerate, so I may as well act like one. I was partying pretty hard, and I was hanging out with different guys who encouraged that lifestyle—guys who wanted one thing and one thing only. Finally, I got tired of the high school boys, so I got with a twenty-two-year old.”

Oh boy. I can already see where this is going.

“He let me move in with him. I finished high school and started working two jobs to save money. Everything was going alright, but my boyfriend—who was supposed to be my partner—had no drive. No goals. And he apparently got bored while I was at work. I came home early one day to surprise him. Surprise! He was in bed with a girl who was younger than I was when we got together.”

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