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“Are you sure?” she asked as she pulled him into her.

“Yes, I’m sure. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Aaron turned to Bridgette and offered her a handshake, which was pretty cute. Then, he was gone, and Monica was left standing there alone with Bridgette in her hotel room.

“So,thathappened,” Bridgette said.

“I forgot to set my alarm last night. You showing up kind of distracted me.”

“Sorry?”

Bridgette held out her arms, and Monica walked into them, pulling Bridgette in tightly against her.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you’re here,” she said against Bridgette’s neck. “It just wasn’t how I wanted to wake up with you.”

“How did youwantto wake up with me, exactly?”

“I don’t know. Slowly,” she replied. “All warm in bed, snuggled up next to you, kissing you good morning on your neck and face until you stir.”

Bridgette pulled back a bit and said, “You really thought a lot about this, didn’t you?”

“A little; not a lot.”

“Sounds like a lot. There were multiple steps there in your plan.”

“Will you shut up?” Monica chuckled.

Bridgette smiled and pressed her lips to Monica’s, giving her a chaste good morning kiss.

“Do you want to lie back down? We can try again.”

“I’m kind of hungry now,” she replied. “I think all that freaking out about my kid finding me in bed with another woman burned a whole lot of calories.”

“I like burning calories in other ways.” Bridgette wiggled her eyebrows at her.

“Buy me breakfast, and we can talk about thoseotherways.” Bridgette’s surprised face was perfect, and it caused Monica to laugh before she added, “But first, I’m going to the bathroom. Do you mind waiting a few minutes?”

“No. And we can go to a restaurant by my place so that I can change into something I didn’t wear yesterday,” Bridgette said.

“Okay.” Monica kissed her quickly before she disappeared into the bathroom, placed both hands on the sink, and took a deep breath.

She hadnotplanned anything else happening between them, and she should’ve stood her ground, but Bridgette was just so… Well, she was special. She was smart and funny. Shegave Monica a hard time, which usually drove her crazy but also turned her on, and when they kissed, it felt like Monica hadn’t ever been truly kissed before in her life; like she’d been waiting for kisses from Bridgette forever.

???

“So, does that count as a date?”

“Breakfast?” Monica asked as they walked out of the restaurant.

“Yeah, breakfast. It was a meal. We shared it, and we talked. I paid.”

“I’ve never had a breakfast date.”

“Not even after a night–” Bridgette stopped herself. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”

“Says the woman who hooked up with her ex not all that long ago. Did you two have a breakfast date the morning after?”

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