Page 80 of Getting Over You

“There’s nothing about me to savor,” she grumbles, hands playing in my hair.

“I beg,” I say slowly, fingers deftly getting her jeans undone, “to differ. Because I want to savor you every second of every day, Gigi.”

Goosebumps rise on her skin.

“I’d appreciate it if you’d lay off the self-deprecating for a bit. So, I can savor you.Worshipyou. I can’t do that with you up there chattering, baby.”

“I—”

I reach my arm up, hand softly covering her mouth. I’m silent.

She grunts unhappily.Oh, princess.

“Well?” I challenge.

She decides to listen to me. For once in her damn life.

“That was—How did you—Cade.”

I chuckle, pulling Gigi against me, her skin sticky with sweat. It sends a chill through me.

“I told you all you had to do was be quiet for a few minutes, didn’t I?”

She sighs happily. “Remind me to listen to you more often.”

I chuckle, planting a kiss to her cheek. “That’s right.”

She shuffles, pulling the blanket off of her body.

“Where you going?”

“Home?” she asks.

Oh, baby.

“Why don’t you…” I clear my throat. “Stay over tonight.”

“Oh.” Gigi halts pulling her jeans on. “Oh?” She looks over at me.

“Do you not want to?” I wonder. My chest tightens. I should’ve known. “I can take you home.”

She shakes her head, opening her mouth to speak, then snapping it shut again. “No, I… Are you sure?”

“Stay,” I whisper, wrapping an arm around her hips to pull her back down to me. “Please stay.”

Chapter twenty-seven

“What do you want to do for your birthday?” I ask Cade days later, as we lounge around the apartment. Rory has been holed up in EJ’s room since she got home—stress smoking, she says, because working for my mother is hell on earth.

His eyes flick to me. “Nothing.”

“Oh, come on.” I walk into the living room, settling into the couch next to him. “It’s yourbirthday.”

“Exactly why,” he says, “I don’t want to do anything.”

“Don’t tell me even your mother listened to that crap,” I say with a roll of my eyes. “Or Eddy? I’ll ask EJ, and I know he’ll tell me the truth.”

“My mom didn’t listen to my demands,” he admits. “But you should.”

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