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I kiss the top of her head. “I’m glad to hear that. Now, how about we find somewhere quiet and enjoy the rest of our day?”

“How about we go back to your place? I think that was enough out in public with you I can take for right now.”

“Baby steps.” I smile.

“Yes. Baby steps.”

CHAPTER NINE

Jordyn

After spending the past few days entangled in the arms and sheets of Asher Knight, I am sitting on my couch with my best friend, Ryan.

He sits beside me with a beer in his hand in shock.

“Bull shit!” he says.

“I shit you not.” I shake my head.

“Let me get this straight. You thought you were meeting some dude who's good at math, instead, you met the sexiest rock God of today, Asher fucking Knight?”

“Correct.” I nod.

“And now, you’re dating said sexy rock God, Asher Fucking Knight.”

“You can just call him Asher, but yes. I guess I am.”

“Are you guys sleeping together?”

“That’s none of your business,” I say, sitting back.

“That’s a yes. Okay, so whatever happened to the guy you were supposed to meet?”

“No clue. He was the wrong who gave me the wrong number.”

“You checked?”

“Yeah, I looked at our last messages.”

“His loss. Because now you’re dating AsherFuckingKnight.”

I roll my eyes as my cell phone screen lights up and I grab my phone.

“Is that him?” Ryan asks eagerly.

Not Jeff: What are you up to?

I show Ryan.

“Can we take a selfie and send it to him? Make him jealous?” he asks.

I shrug, scoot closer to him, and turn the phone towards us, then send it to Asher.

I see the bubble and the dots bouncing, then disappear. They reappear and then a message comes through.

Not Jeff: Is there something that you want to tell me?

Me: This is Ryan.

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