Page 196 of How to Lose at Love

I flop down in the center of the bed, hair fanning out around me, waiting for him to follow.

Instead, he stands at the foot of it, looking down at me. “Look at how cute you are.”

“Cute?” I wrinkle my nose.

He moves closer, knees pressing against the mattress, hands making their climb toward me.

“Yes, cute.” He lifts the hem of my tank top so he can kiss my stomach. “Sexy.” Kiss. “Beautiful.”

I blush.

Still blushing after all these months.

“Roomie.”

I reach my arms up over my head in a stretch, which Dallas takes full advantage of.

“Now when I want to go down on you, all I have to do is roll over to your side of the bed and ask permission.”

I nod, preening when his hands slide beneath my tank, fumbling around for the clasp on my bra. It’s in front and he makes short work of the task, breathing out a sigh when he nails it on the first try.

“I mean, I may want to blow you instead.”

“Ahh. Who am I to deny youthat?”

He hasn’t really denied me anything, unless you count the fact that he refuses to buy olives when I put them on the list for snacks.

Dallas hates olives.

No matter how many times I beg, he refuses to eat them, even on pizza.

Other than that?

It has been awesome.

I wouldn’t have moved in with him otherwise.

The tip of his index finger traces my nipple until it gets hard. “Have I told you today how much I love you?”

He has. “Twice.”

We’ve said it every day, repeatedly voicing our gag-inducing love for each other since we first confessed our feelings.

Love.

Dallas never thought he’d find it, and when Tiffany pulled that stunt? He thought he’d lost it.

Silly boy.

It would take a lot for him to lose me now.

“I love you so much, baby.”

bonus epilogue

Drake

My brother is a mess when it comes to dating.

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