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“Bakeless oatmeal cookies, hands down.”

I close my eyes and moan. “Mmm hell yeah those are pretty damn good.”

“Right? A handful of those and a tall glass of milk? Perfection.”

“Agreed. What’s the perfect date for you?”

“Ooh, there are so many and I think it totally depends on the day or my mood, but really, the perfect date is one where I simply enjoy being with my partner. I want to laugh. I want to hold hands. I don’t need someone to try to impress me or buy me a crap ton of gifts. The perfect date is one where I come home smiling unable to stop thinking about him.” Her eyes flit to mine. “What about you?”

I think about my answer a moment. “I guess since I’ve never taken a woman out on a date before, my perfect date is one where I can make her smile no matter what we do together. A date where she feels like she’s loved and cherished because I make her feel that way. I don’t care if we’re eating take-out foodon the kitchen floor or we’re dressed to the nines for a fancy dinner. The perfect date is the one I don’t ever want to end.”

“Yeah,” she agrees softly with a sigh. “Same.”

Kind of like this.

I know my time with Corri isn’t really a date.

But holding her in my arms like this, my fingers trailing her back…

Her legs entwined with mine…

It’s perfect.

And I wish it didn’t have to end.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CORRIGAN

MONDAY

Me

*Pic of fast food taco* That moment when you oversleep and barely make it to work on time, and then in your frazzled state, you drop the files you’re carrying for two different patients which equals a solid forty five minutes of putting said charts back together and then checking and rechecking about ten times to make CERTAIN each patient has their correct information, you work through lunch because you feel bad for almost being late, you haven’t had nearly enough to drink today, but when you finally get a restroom break you realize your period started so now you’re tired, you’re hangry, you’ve got cramps, and your best friend isn’t even working in the building today so you can’t cry to her about your day and then when you finally do get to leave you know your fridge is empty and you should order food but also you know your favorite restaurants are going to take too long because oh my God you need food like yesterday so you end your night on the living room couch munching on this soggy fast food taco that falls apart the moment you try to take a bite.

Alan

Oh man. That sounds like a super shit day. I’m sorry you had it rough today. If I were in town, I’d bring you something better to eat.

Me

Is that an innuendo?

Alan

LOL Uh, no. Sadly I did just mean I would’ve brought you Mario’s…or Chinese. You did say it was your favorite. And I’d add all the chocolate for those cramps.

Me

Yeah. I just didn’t want to go all the way across town because I’m cranky as fuck and should just put myself to sleep. Sorry for bothering you with my whiny text.

Alan

Your texts never bother me. Hearing from you makes me smile. Plus, I’m out of town for work for a few days so it’s nice to hear from someone a little closer to home.

Me

So, what are you eating then? Or have you not eaten yet? Or are you in Switzerland or something and therefore it’s like middle of the night and I’m keeping you awake?

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