Page 78 of Love Harder

Hell, he agreed to go on a date with an author he knew nothing about.

But it seemed he was up for almost anything.

A girl came over, and he gave her a twirl. All her Christmases had come at once.

Shock, horror, I am very possessive and have never been one to share my toys.

Was I jealous that some girl came over and tried to muscle in on my date?

No, I was not.

Did I want to push her down the stairs accidentally on purpose?

Perhaps.

The Unicorn read my reaction instantly and asked if I was jealous.

I said no.

He laughed, pulled me into his huge chest, and demanded I look at him as he rebuked my claims.

“You are so jealous,” he said with a playful smile.

He was so enjoying this.

Maybe I was a little jealous? But I had forgotten what that felt like because, to be jealous, you actually had to care.

And I hadn’t done that in a very long time.

He kissed me, and I wanted to eat him alive.

A primitive response, perhaps because we’re all just animals in the end, and out here in the wild, I needed to stake my claim on The Unicorn.

But it was getting late, and like Cinderella, I was about to turn into a pumpkin as it was well after midnight. The Unicorn, however, wasn’t ready to call it a night.

I was more than happy for him to go out without me since I needed sleep. And I am not one of those people who needs to tag along ’cause of FOMO. When I am done, I am done.

But The Unicorn said something to me that cemented my fate.

“That’s not how it works,” he said, engulfing me in his huge arms, ensuring I looked at him as he continued. “We go together. We leave together.”

Where the fuck had this man come from?

I could question that tomorrow because he stuck true to his word. If I wanted to leave, he was coming with me. We caught a ride home where, in that back seat, he once again unapologetically made me squirm. He never broke eye contact; all I could do was succumb to the most beautiful deviant I had ever met.

My body responded to him in ways that had never happened before. It usually takes a lot more for your girl to be that turned on, but I was about to explode in the back seat of that car.

It was sensory overload, and I knew the moment I got home I was going to be destroyed in every single way and love every depraved second of it.

When we got home, I stripped off, needing a shower. The Unicorn joined me a few minutes later. Being this naked with someone you only just met can be a fucking scary thing. But it wasn’t with him.

He pulled me into his chest, and we kissed.

Slow and passion-filled—my most favorite kiss of all.

The water cascaded around us, and with the lights off, it felt almost dreamlike. Like a scene out of one of my books.

This wasn’t my life.

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