Page 75 of Love Harder

Another thing I liked about him—you can tell a lot about a man by the way he treats his children. And it was evident his kids meant the world to him.

He was quite young when he got together with his ex-partner, who was older than him.

It felt like he matured early.

Perhaps that’s why I didn’t feel him to be substantially younger than me because he was.

He went on to detail his past.

Was it rainbows and butterflies?

No, it wasn’t.

But whose was?

Look at my clusterfuck history.

He didn’t hold back.

He told me everything, and my country boy was a little bit of a bad boy at heart.

Did he flaunt it?

Wear it as some ridiculous badge of honor?

No.

He shared his past with me because he was honest, something which I detected early on.

I listened intently because he came from quite a large family, something which I always wanted. So I loved hearing his stories.

Mischief was something that seemed to follow.

I liked The Unicorn all the more.

We spent a few hours at dinner before we decided to go to a bar.

I’ve not made it a secret that I pay attention to detail, to the things most would overlook. But before I left, I needed to use the bathroom.

The Unicorn waited for me in the foyer, and when I exited, he peered up from his phone, did a second take, and gave me those sexy eyes boys give when they want to bend you over and smack your ass. He gave a cheeky soft catcall whistle before I slipped my hand into his.

Be still my heart…

He pulled me into his side, and we exited, still hand in hand.

Everything felt so natural.

It honestly felt like our tenth date.

Not first.

Again, he opened the door for me, and when we sat in the back, I took off a bracelet that holds meaning to me. I slipped it onto his wrist. He looked down at it and smiled.

He didn’t ask why I had done it.

He just smiled.

And this is reflective of his favorite word.

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