Page 149 of My Rules

“Right.” He widens his eyes. “Begging for it.”

No wonder every woman wants to meet him. He has no profile picture, he’s not loving himself, and his answers are all intelligent, witty, and funny. And then when he walks into the date ... their jaws must fall to the floor because they realize they’ve hit the jackpot.

He pulls out his phone. “Let me read yours.”

“No.” I try to grab his phone from him. “Mine seems so lame now.”

“You could never be lame.” He swipes on me and frowns when he reads my heading.

Looking for someone to stay young with.

His eyes rise to meet mine. “Why that answer?”

“Well ...” I shrug. “Everyone always says they are looking for someone to grow old with.”

His eyes hold mine. “But not you?”

“I want someone to stay young with.”

He goes back to reading.

Interested in: Honesty.

Favorite pastime: Laughing.

He smiles as he reads and casually reaches over and picks up my hand and puts it on his thigh.

I feel his thick quad muscle beneath my hand, and I hold my breath as I watch him read my profile.

Hoping for: A fairy tale.

His brow furrows as he reads the last line, and he puts his phone down. His eyes rise to meet mine. “We have something in common.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m looking for a fairy tale too.”

We stare at each other as the air crackles between us, and this is probably premature, but I get the feeling that this is going to be the best date of my life.

“I don’t need to wait for the tiramisu,” he whispers.

My eyes search his as my heart free-falls from my chest.

In slow motion, he leans over and kisses me, his lips barely brushing over mine, and huge butterflies swirl deep in my stomach.

Oh . . .

“Why not?” I whisper against his lips.

“Because . . . I already know.”

Five hours later

The cab pulls onto Kingston Lane. “Just the white house on the left,” Blake directs the driver. The street is dark and deserted, unlike my heart. For I am bright and full.

What a magical night. We laughed until my sides hurt.

He kissed me once at dinner, but not again since, and to be honest, I feel like I’ve been waiting for his next kiss all night.

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