Page 117 of Getting Over You

“I’d rather not ignore him,” my mom says. “I’m starting to like him.”

“You told me you hated him this morning,” I shoot back. “Pick a side.”

Next to me, Cade’s eyebrows fly into his hair.

“I hated you because she did,” Mom tells Cade. “And that doesn’t seem to be the case anymore.”

I smile up at Cade, bemused. “She’s got a point.”

“This is the part,” Cade whispers, bringing his forehead to meet mine, “where you’re supposed to love me despite my flaws, princess.”

“I do love you,” I say with a laugh. “But the accepting of compliments part? We’re going to work on that.”

I let Cade kiss me, right then and there, in front of my whole family.

“And I hate to crash the moment,” my mom cuts in, her voice high. “But, um, Cade, honey, do you have a place to stay while you’re, you know…” Mom waves her hands around to encapsulate the space, the moment. “Here?”

Cade pulls back from me, and I can’t fight the feeling of longing that courses through my system. He shakes his head. “I don’t have a plan, per se.” I roll my eyes.Cade.“But I can figure something out.”

“No way, mister,” my mom says, her voice coming down in octaves. “You’re staying here.”

“Seriously?” I say, because I really can’t believe it.

At the same time, Mollie says, “You never let Jason stay over.” And gives me a death glare. “Why does she get everything?”

“Mollie,” Mom hisses, “this is likeThe Bacheloretteis happening in our living room. Don’t fuss about it.”

“But Cade,” my dad says, “let’s get something clear, son. You are not sleeping in my daughter’s bed.”

My entire face goes red. There’s probably steam flying from my ears. “Dad. Oh, my god.”

“Of course not, sir.” Cade flashes a charming smile at Dad, and his storm cloud eyes flick to me. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Then hewinks.

I bite back a smile as my whole body heats. Asshole.The world’s biggest, most annoying man—

“Such a respectful young man,” Dad decides, and this time I don’t try to fight the eye roll.

“I saw that wink,” my mom says. I flush even redder. “Now you’re definitely confined to the couch, my daughter’s boyfriend.”

Cade bends down, his lips at my ear. “Would you believe me if I said I am really starting to like being called that?”

“Someone’s daughter’s boyfriend?” I challenge. “Kind of generic.”

“Gigi Knox’sboyfriend,” Cade says, planting a kiss on my forehead. “I think that’s a nickname I never want to get rid of.”

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