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Honey was different. I wasn’t going to treat her like that. Honey deserved more.

“Yes,” I said, agreeing. “Do you want to just…come and sit with me? We could talk or read or something.”

Honey’s smile was cute and made her dimples appear. I still wanted to lick them with my tongue, but that would have to come later.

“I’dlovethat.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Honey

Bren wasdifferent than I predicted, but that wasn’t a bad thing at all. She was more hesitant. More unsure. At least when she wasn’t kissing me. When she was doing that, she was assertive and aggressive in a way that made my pussy pulse and my toes curl imagining how she’d be once I got her naked.

And then she’d pulled back and given me these weak and gentle kisses, as if she was afraid to break me and I knew something was off and I needed to know what it was.

Communication was key, and I wouldn’t let her sidestep it and distract me.

We were doing this right, and the first step was understanding each other.

Sex was totally off the table for tonight, which made me want to scream, but I didn’t want to make a mistake with her. All of this might blow up and we might crash and burn, but I wouldn’t let it happen over something we could have sat down and had a discussion about.

We made our way to the couch, accompanied by Arson the cat. I loved the name. It was just the kind of name that Bren would give a cat.

Bren and I sat on the couch together and I kept my hand in her hair because she seemed to like it so much. If she could have purred, I bet she would have. She probably didn’t even know that she was leaning into my hand, her eyes fluttering closed every now and then.

She and I fell back on something we’d had in common since the beginning: books.

Her shelves were organized, I could tell. Pulling out my phone, I took down a few titles to check out for myself.

“I just wanted it to be better,” she said about one book we’d both been excited about, but which she said had been a letdown. “It was so disappointing. I’d been looking forward to it so much.”

“Well that’s a bummer,” I said, scratching my nails along her scalp close to the back of her neck. Bren leaned toward me, like a cat begging for me to pet the right spot.

“I know,” she said with a sigh. “Is there anything else you need? I could make some snacks or something.”

She looked tired and I wanted to help. “Let me.”

Bren sat up. “You don’t have to do that.”

I pressed my hand on her shoulder. “I want to.”

Rising to my feet, I moved to her kitchen. Bren got up and followed me.

“Go sit down. I can figure this out.”

Her kitchen was small, so it didn’t take a genius to find out where everything was.

Bren hovered as I looked through her fridge and cabinets and started pulling things out.

Crackers and some cheese and prosciutto and oranges and some cookies. I set everything up on plate.

“The only thing missing is some Holloway Apiary hot honey,” I said.

“I still have it,” she said, going to one of the cabinets and taking down a jar. She hadn’t opened it.

“Did you try it?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I was saving it.”

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