Page 104 of Accidentally Amy

One minute later:My apologies for the run-on sentence. Also I KNOW that it’s stupid to miss you when it’s only been a day, but somehow I do.

Two minutes later:I will do whatever it takes to fix this because I think I love you. I know it’s too soon and swear to God I’m not some pathetic clinger, but I just—

“Still reading?”

I looked up from the phone, and there was Blake, wearing gray sweatpants and a Cubs T-shirt, and the strength of the feelings I had for him was kind of overwhelming. He watched me, looking…nervous, actually, and I felt a little lightheaded.

So I just nodded.

He said, “If you need more time—”

“I think I love you, too,” I blurted out.

If it weren’t for the way his Adam’s apple moved when he swallowed (yes, I was obsessed with that), I might’ve thought he didn’t hear me. His expression didn’t change one bit before he said, “What did you just say?”

“Well, I mean, I’m sure—”

“Fucking say it again,” he said, closing the distance between us. In a second he was wrapping his arms around my waist and adding, “But slower, Iz. Please.”

I set my hands on his chest—thechest. Where it all began. I repeated, “I. Think. I. Love. You. Too.”

He set his forehead on mine. “It’s weird, right?”

I let my eyes close and whispered back, “It’s always been weird with us. Since the very beginning.”

He pressed a light kiss to the tip of my nose.

“So where’s all my stuff?” I asked, very nearly purring as he rubbed his nose against mine.

His mouth finally slid into a big smile, and he said, “The dumpster behind your building.”

“What?” I pulled back to give him my best scowl. “You threw it all away?”

“Baby, I was depressed as fuck in the pouring rain,” he said, teasing but also sounding serious. “I threw your stuff away with a shit ton of force and a litany of curses, actually.”

That made me ridiculously pleased, even as I felt bad for him. I tilted my head and said, “Wait—am I baby now?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Do you want to be?”

“Will you please say the words ‘Are you lost, baby girl?’ ” I said, just to mess with him. “As a sample so I can see if I like it?”

“You little pervert,” he said, squeezing my waist and giving me a look of mock anger. “I will not table read from your favorite porn.”

That made me laugh, because I hadn’t thought he’d remember our tiny discussion about the spicy Netflix movie. “That movie is NOT porn, for the record; I already told you that.”

“Just because you say something doesn’t mean it’s a fact.”

“Sure, it doesn’t.”

“Iz.”

“Yeah?”

“Can we stop talking now?”

“I don’t know if I can—”

He cut me off with his hands, which pulled me tighter against his body, and his mouth, which landed hot and wild on mine.

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