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What if Mitchell, like, expects certain things...

I wasn’t the type to fuck around on a first date in general; usually, I waited until I at least had some inkling the other person wasn’t going to run off immediately.

But just thethoughtof touching someone else’s dick made me feel rather conflicted.

The thought of touchingMitchell’sdick, however...

My cock twitched once again, and I felt a stray sweat break out.

Think unsexy thoughts!

“You okay, Cream Puff?” Mitchellasked, pulling me from my momentary lapse of sanity.

I crossed my legs, squeezing my cock between my thighs to try and break the spell of desire that had managed to infiltrate my walls.

“Yeah, totally fine. Everything’s fine.”

Mitchell took a quick side-glance at me.

“You don’t have to be nervous, you know. This doesn’thaveto be a date. It can be whatever you want it to be.”

I looked at him, thinking about Archie’s words.

I swallowed harshly as I nodded.

“I agreed to a date. It’s a... date.”

Mitchell smiled. “Fair enough.”

The rest of the way to our location—which happened to be an outdoor food festival in the city—wasn’t as awkward. Then again, when you’re listening to the radio and singing carpool karaoke, I suppose it lets off some steam.

I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them as Mitchell disposed of our food.

The park was packed with food trucks lining the streets, but there was ample greenery to sit on and watch thefireworks show Mitchell had mentioned was tonight.

To be honest, I was having a good time. Sharing food, kicking back with a beer, and listening to the bands who were playing was more fun than I thought it would be, and a rather nice surprise.

I’d just set my beer down when Mitchell returned.

The sun had gone down, the sky painted shades of orange sherbet and cotton candy pink with hints of pale blue, and set against its backdrop, Mitchell looked absolutely beautiful.

He was handsome, sure, but his features were dark and stunning.

And I realized at that moment, I didn’t justlikeMitchell DeVille.

I realized I was falling in love with him.

“You ready for some fireworks?” he asked, raising his brow.

I nodded, at a loss for words as the reality hit me. “Uh huh.”

His eyebrows furrowed, his arm brushing against mine.

I gazed into his dark eyes and felt like I was treading water in a vast, dark sea.

But I had a feeling that Mitchell would not let me drown.

His gaze dipped to where our arms touched, and I could see he was holding back.

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