Page 47 of David's Proposal

“I’m sorry, what were we talking about?” I ask, having a memory lapse.

He stops in front of me, searches my eyes and runs his fingers through my hair before placing them on my neck.

“Why didn’t you use my driver?” he asks.

“Oh… That.”

I give him the entire story, and he listens attentively, his eyes melting into mine.

Having him so close to me feels so good. Too good, to be honest.The story I relay to him goes on forever while I try to process why it feels so good.

It may be because, as trivial as my story is, he gives me his full attention, which is new to me.

People are usually distracted––I’m guilty of that quite often––and finding someone––a stranger, above all, a man I just had sex with––to listen to me the way he does right now is exceptional.

Out of the ordinary.

His presence is no longer overwhelming. It’s soothing and comforting. And it dawns on me it’s something I have missed.

“Can I get your phone?” he says when I’m done.

I shove my hand into my pocket and hand him my phone, unlocked.

“This is my driver’s phone number,” he says, adding a new contact to my address book. “Call him whenever you need him. Even when I’m not around. He’ll take you home or school or wherever you need to go. All right?”

He gives me my phone back and I close my hand around it.

“Yes. Thank you,” I say quietly.

“Good.”

“Ready to go?” he asks.

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

Neither of us moves.

His eyes narrow at me, slightly contemplative, as he moves his thumb along my jawline.

He thinks about something for a few seconds before regaining his focus.

“I’ll see you at the wedding rehearsal, yeah?”

I nod.

“Okay,” he says in a different voice, snapping out of that moment.

He lowers his mouth to me and kisses my cheek.

This is his way of disconnecting from me and resetting everything.

“I’ll take you home,” he says, breaking away from me and returning to the bedroom to pick up his jacket.

I follow him, trying not to feel for him more than I should. And I’m doing my best without claiming I’m an expert at controlling my feelings.

That doesn’t mean I can’t get my fill of him.

His back is turned to me as he ensures his suit jacket falls smoothly over his frame, and I can study everything I like about him.

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