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“Yeah, I did. Why?” Creases have formed between her eyebrows and I want to smooth them away with my thumb. “I would never take the chance of getting pregnant unexpectedly. I saw what happened to Mom.”

Of course. Fuck, I’m a stupid ass sometimes. I take her hand in mine and squeeze. “How about I take you to my favorite spot to watch the sunset and we can talk a bit more?”

“Okay.” She pulls her hand from mine and fidgets with her bracelet. I’ve noticed she does that when she’s uncomfortable or nervous.

I turn up the radio to combat the silence that’s descended over us. I want to say something to put her mind at ease, but I don’t know what to say. I figure it’s best to keep my mouth shut for now.

CHAPTER31

–molly–

I hopehe doesn’t think I’m the type of woman who would trap their boyfriend with a pregnancy or that I’m irresponsible with my birth control. I had hoped he knew me better than that. Now he wants to talk. About what? Have I done something wrong? Maybe he didn’t like me showing my piercing to his family? I figured it would be okay. There weren’t any men in the room. It’s not like I’ve got anything different compared to his mom and sisters. I didn’t show them anything they wouldn’t see down at the beach, but maybe he’s weird about that stuff?

Actually, that reminds me. “Did you realize you introduced me to your family as your girlfriend?” I twist in my seat to face him fully. “Is that what I am?” I mean, we haven’t given this thing between us a label.

He glances across at me with creases between his eyebrows. “Aren’t you?” I watch his Adam’s Apple bob up and down. “Did I misstep?”

“We haven’t really spoken about our relationship.” I hitch my shoulder. I’m not even sure if I should use the term ‘relationship’.

He doesn’t answer, which fills me with dread as he pulls the car into a quiet parking lot. There’s only one other vehicle, which probably belongs to whoever’s working in the food truck.

“Do you want something to eat before the guy closes up for the night?”

“I’m still full from lunch and cake, so I’m okay, thanks.”

He gestures over his shoulder. “I’m gonna grab some wedges or something.”

“Okay.” We climb out of his car, and he takes my hand as we wander over to the food truck. Max orders a basket of sweet potato wedges and a couple of bottles of water, while I step closer to the beach and look out across the ocean, tugging my sweater around my body as the temperature drops with the sun.

I always find it peaceful watching the waves break on the shore. They never stop. No matter what. They remind me that you have to keep going. The salty breeze is cool, and I pull my sweater even tighter around my body. Warm arms wrap around me from behind and Max’s body presses against mine, reducing the chill. He leans down, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“I love watching the sunset. I don’t get down here nearly as often as I’d like,” he quietly contemplates.

I turn my head and press a kiss to his temple; he turns, returning my kiss. Our lips touching sets fire licking through my body and my underwear quickly grows wet. It’s difficult to keep it chaste, and neither of us tries to.

“Order’s up!”

Max groans and pulls away, returning to the truck window to grab his food and our drinks.

“Come on. We can sit in the car and watch the sun sink below the horizon without you feeling cold.” He places the wedges on the console between us and they smell so damn good I’m wishing I’d ordered some for myself. I glance across to the food truck, but he’s closing everything down for the night. I don’t blame him. It’s not like anybody’s here. Max nudges the basket closer. “Have some. I got the large serve in case you changed your mind.”

Of course he did, because he’s always making sure I eat when I’m in his company. He still buys my lunch every day. We eat in silence for a few moments and I’m waiting for ‘the talk’ to start. He twists his body to face me directly and I mirror him.

“I’m not sure where to start or how to say what I want to say, so I’ll just say it.” I nod for him to continue and try to swallow down the food in my mouth, but my throat feels too constricted. “I don’t know about you, but I’m in pretty deep with you already.”

I breathe a sigh of relief and reach across for Max’s hand. “I’m in the deep end with you.”

He blows out a long breath and gifts me his gorgeous smile, which I return. “Fuck, that’s a relief.” We both chuckle. “I can’t see a time when I won’t feel this way about you. The more time I spend with you, the deeper I get, and I’m not even trying to swim for the shore.”

“Me too,” I whisper.

“It’s happened really fast, but I know how I feel. I’ve fallen in love with you, Molly.” A tear escapes, followed by another one and another one. “Dimples. Please don’t cry. I never want to be the one to make you cry.”

I swallow and smile at Max, shaking my head slightly. “They’re not sad tears. They’re happy tears.” He rubs them away with his thumbs as he cups my face, pulling me forward for a kiss. After a moment, I pull away because I need to share my confession with him. “I think I fell a little in love with you the very first Thursday I started working for you. The kindness and care you showed the single parents that day. You’ve shown me the type of man you are time and again. I fell hard and fast for you. I love you, Max.”

His smile is bright as he pulls me forward, taking my mouth in a searing kiss that marks me all the way to my soul. There’s nothing teasing or delicate about our joining. It’s all tongues and teeth, hot breaths, moans, and sighs. It’s an epic confirmation of our mutual connection. He grips a handful of my hair and tugs my head back slightly; his eyes locking onto mine. “I need to be inside you.”

I glance across, finding we’re alone in the parking lot. There isn’t a soul around. “I want that too.”

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