Page 53 of Kiss Me Tonight

“You were the one who found this!”

“It was rightthere. On Google. I can’t be blamed for clicking a link.”

“That’s what people say before they contract a computer virus and spread it around like herpes.” A small pause. “Do you think DaSilva is actually uncut like this guy?”

“Oh, my God, I don’t know!” I push at her back once more, but she’s too engrossed with the sex on the screen to pay me any attention. “It’s not like he’s coming over to my house, pants unzipped and ready to do the deed.”

“Are you saying that if hediddo any of those things, you’d be game to find out what he’s rocking in his briefs?”

I swallow, thickly, then whisper, “I don’t think he wears briefs.”

“Boxers, then?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know, Willow. All I know is that when he’s running around at practice, sometimes I notice hisyou-know-whatroaming a little too freely in his shorts.”

“Dick, Asp. If you can sit here and watch porn about a guy who’s pretending to be the hot football player living next door, the least you can do is use the right word. Or cock. Cock works too.”

“Mom! Mom, are you outside?”

I don’t know which one of us moves faster.

“Shut it down!” I hiss, reaching around Willow to grasp the laptop. Her fingers shoo mine away.

“Dammit, we were just getting to the good part.”

I’m going to throw her off the patio and hope, for her sake, that she lands in the water below.

“Willow.”

“Oh, my God, calm down already, Grandma, it’s closed.” She leaps off my lap at the same time Topher appears in the open doorway. He’s dressed in the same pair of cargo shorts that he left in this morning to go mini-golfing with Dominic, but his shirt is different.

Immediately, he jabs a finger to his chest, where a T-Rex has golf clubs for arms. Across the top of the dinosaur’s massive head is a single word:Unstoppable. “Like it?” he asks. “Coach DaSilva bought it for me on the course.” He glances to my left, then offers a small wave. “Hey, Aunt Willow. Did you find the house okay?”

My sister nods, even as her mouth twitches with the effort to hold back a grin. “You do remember that I sold this house to your mom, right?”

Topher rocks back on his heels, his expression eerily blasé. “Sure do. Just had to ask since you couldn’t find Kevin’s place the other day, and he lives a block over from you.”

I cringe.

Willow, for the first time in her life, seems to struggle for words.

And then I hearhisvoice: “Ouch, kid. Rein in those T-Rex clubs, will you?”

Dominic steps out onto the patio, dressed in his usual black ensemble. The jeans, the shoes, the T-shirt, the black, tattered baseball hat. He’s the devil come out to play and I just spent the last hour of my life stalking him online, where twenty of those minutes were spent watching a man who’s not him pretend tobehim as he screws some random woman.

Is it blisteringly hot outside or is it just me?

Dominic keeps his distance, hands shoved deep in the front pocket of his jeans, and then cocks his head to the side. Like he’s curious about something. About me, maybe.

If only.

No! Notif only.

Clearly, the uncut penis on the screen has rattled my brain cells—even if it wasn’t actually Dominic’s.

“Dominic DaSilva, am I right?” Willow pokes me in the side as she sweeps forward, her blond hair curled to perfection as it hangs down her back under her hat. “I’ve heardsomuch about you. Aspen—weren’t you just telling me that you love the way Coach DaSilva plays . . . ball?”

I’m going to kill her, it’s official.

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