Page 52 of That Reunited Feeling

The last of the smooth, bittersweet chocolate dissolves in my mouth.

RACHEL (11:24 AM)

Then he can move here.

ME (11:24 AM)

His company is based in London.

RACHEL (11:25 AM)

He’s a fucking billionaire, Hannah. He can live wherever the hell he likes.

ME (11:25 AM)

Well that will never be LA. He hates it with even more passion than you hate Brussels sprouts.

RACHEL (11:26 AM)

*gagging emoji* That’s a lot.

ME (11:26 AM)

Anyway, stop it. All we did was kiss. And have a mini grope.

RACHEL (11:27AM)

Best kiss ever?

I don’t even need to think.

ME (11:27AM)

Best kiss ever.

RACHEL (11:28AM)

Shit. You’re in trouble, girl.

ME (11:29AM)

No I’m not. I’m being a grownup and having a self-affirming, confidence-building, temporary fling with a hot ex-boyfriend before heading off to find my perfect man and Dylan’s perfect stepdad.

RACHEL (11:29AM)

Does Dylan like Tom?

ME(11:29AM)

Fucking loves him.

RACHEL (11:29AM)

Shit. You ARE in trouble.

I drop the phone onto the bed next to me, pop another square of chocolate into my mouth, and close my eyes.

All I can see is Tom’s face inches from mine. The desire in his deep brown eyes. The stubble on his chin. The way his hair falls across his face. And the way he peers at me through it.

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