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“Are you wet for me, Wright?”

“I-I’m soaked.” I practically pant the words around soft moans. I don’t even care if Lo and Smith hear me, lord knows it’s payback at this point.

“Good girl, you’re such a good fucking girl.” His praise and dirty mouth send both of us over the edge. I come so hard I think I scream. I for sure can’t see straight.

“That was . . . it was incredible. I’m embarrassed to admit I’ve been dreaming about that for years,” Will says, with a shy smile on his face.

“I shouldn’t tell you this either but uh, I’ve had these dreams about—” I stop, instantly regretting that I’m stating this out loud. “—about you. After all the bad dates I’ve been on.” My cheeks turn bright red at the admission.Why did I tell him that?

Making things even more awkward, Will tells me to hold on a second, walking away from his phone to presumably clean himself up. I do the same, jogging into my bathroom to wash my hands, wipe off, and panic a little hoping he wasn’t paying attention, before snuggling back into my bed.

“As distracting and satisfying as that was, I still want you to answer my question.” I raise an eyebrow at him as I attempt to steer the conversation away from my admission. I’m trying to be serious while also quickly falling under the mesmerizing spell that is his strong jawline, straight nose, and those fucking blue eyes.

“Uh...okay. I-I’m not really sure where to start, but I’ve been seeing Tina for a while. She helps me with some mental health stuff.” He looks away, almost like he’s ashamed to tell me.

“Will. Look at me.” Will turns his phone back to his face and I beg him with my eyes to really listen to what I have to say. “I’m proud of you for getting help. I talk to someone too. And I’m not going to force you to tell me why, not until you’re ready. But you need to know I get it, I understand, no judgment.”

I don’t know if it’s because of what we just did together or if it’s because he’s just Will and I will always care about him, but I mean the words. I don’t want him to tell me what’s going on until he’s ready. Maybe because I’m not ready to tell him my shit, ormaybe because I know I will get invested and I don’t fully believe he’s going to stay this time.

“I promise I will tell you at some point. I just don’t think it should be over the phone.” He pulls his blanket up higher on his chest, a big yawn sneaking out.

“I understand, it’s okay, I promise. You are tired, though, and I need to finish this delicious dinner my boyfriend made me. Talk tomorrow?” I grab my dinner to show him there is still a hearty portion left and I plan to eat every bite.

“Yourboyfriend? Shit. I’m going to get my ass kicked if he finds out what we just did, Wright.” Will smiles wide, flashing all his pearly whites and making me giggle. “Come over for a date tomorrow, after work.”

It’s not a question, more of a command. But I already can’t say no to him, and that scares the living shit out of me. “Okay, Rambo. Good night.”

“Good night, Wright.”

We hang up and I attempt to take a bite of my dinner before slinking back down into my pillows. It really is delicious, but I’m suddenly not hungry. A date at his apartment comes with all sorts of strings: What if he doesn’t like what he sees if things go in the direction we took tonight? What if he leaves or ends it? I pull a pillow over my head and scream into it. I have a long, sleepless night of overthinking ahead of me.

CHAPTER 25

WILL

“SUCKER” - THE JONAS BROTHERS

Amy and I spent the better part of yesterday evening planning and preparing for Cam to come over. I was nervous that I was putting the cart before the horse since I hadn’t officially asked Cam yet, but Amy was convinced she wouldn’t say no. She had all kinds of wildly elaborate ideas on what we should decorate with and how to make my obviously bachelor pad apartment look romantic. There were mentions of roses and a candlelit dinner plus massage oils and other very presumptuous things. I think all the talk of what could potentially happen led me to initiating the phone sex we had. Well, that and those damn silk panties.

My sister is a romantic through and through, the perfect blend of wedding planner and hook-up arranger. While I am thankful for her support, I woke up decidedly focused on keeping things more simple, more relaxed. The goal is to not scream that I’m trying too hard, but also to appear like I put some effort into the night. Limiting myself helps keep my expectations and feelings under control, according to Tina. She told me that the best way to manage my fear about losing Cam orfucking things up was to manage my expectations and my view of reality. Essentially, not to get swept away and throw out the rest of my life and things I care about.

Cam’s had an intense week at work, trying to prove she’s worthy of having her own spot as a stylist. I know in my soul that she’s meant to be there, at that salon, and based on what I saw her do to Smith, I’m positive she’s earned her spot. Anyone who can make that dude look semi-decent must be great, right? He wouldn’t shut up all day about how good her head massage was. I had to stop myself more than once from throat punching him.

After thinking about it all day and texting to confirm plans with Amy, I decided on skipping the flowers in lieu of a few candles, lavender-mint scented, like the ones in that shampoo area at the salon. It may seem counterintuitive, as she probably wants to escape work, but that scent was like magic. You can’t help but relax as soon as you smell it.

I have about thirty minutes before Cam’s set to get off work. Once she texts me, all I have to do is pop the popcorn for the movie I hope we watch and wait. I already spent far too much time getting ready, with all the outfit changes and manscaping. It’s hard to know what the right thing to wear is. I consider this a date, so sweatpants seem too casual, but again, I don’t want it to seem like I’m trying too hard or trying to be someone I’m not.

Amy went to her new friend Joy’s house for the night. She met Joy at her job interview and they hit it off, which, fortunately, for me means she won’t be home tonight and has a job lined up to teach kindergarten come fall. My sister is funny and great to have around, but she needs something and someone else to keep her busy for exact times like this. I owe Joy a drink, if I ever meet her.

My phone buzzes in my pocket.

Cam

On my way! Can’t wait to hang out

My stomach does that flip-floppy thing that feels like it may have lodged accidentally in my throat. She got off earlier than I expected.

I quickly light the candles to get the scent going and throw the popcorn in the microwave to start popping. No, I’m not making it homemade because who the hell knows how to do that. Everything else is set up. Let my anxious pacing ensue—from the kitchen to the door, the door to the living room—geezus, I’m a fucking wreck.

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