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“See you on Thursday.” He leans in for one last kiss, this one slow, tender, and sweet. Both of his hands cup my face, making me feel all the good butterflies. As he pulls away, he commands in a low voice, “Go inside.”

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Ineed a fucking shower. My heart’s still racing as I sit in my truck, blankly staring out. My willpower has never been more tested. That was the right decision. Was it? It was!

Exhaling loudly, I start the truck and begin driving home. Little, fucking bunny is marriage material. I can’t even believe I’m thinking that—thinking about all of that. But I want it. I don’t think anyone is ever going to make me feel the way Anna does. I don’t think I’m ever going to want anyone more than I want her. I’m down bad for this cute, naughty, needy, sassy, fucking girl.

Thursday. I’ve never looked forward to anything more in my life.

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Wednesday, April 23rd

Confirming I have my keys, I open the door, ready to spend the day babysitting Cam. But then I stop short, gasping. “Oh my God,” I squeal, seeing a gorgeous bouquet of lilies sitting right on my doorstep. “Chad.”

I pick up the bouquet, inhaling the fresh scent as I bring it inside and set it on the kitchen counter. Staring at the flowers, the biggest smile grows on my face.He’s the best.I’ve never been showered with gifts like this, never felt this special. Opening my text thread with him, I start typing.

Anna Clark

Oh no.

Chad Braun

What?

Anna Clark

You have competition.

I chuckle at my own message, glancing back at the lilies. The truth is there’s no competition. Chad’s been on my mind constantly, and with tomorrow’s date approaching, the anticipation is practically killing me.

Chad Braun

Read the card.

I notice the card tucked into the bouquet and pull it out. As I open it, I laugh to myself.

Anna Clark

It’s hard to read. Your handwriting is bad.

"I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Don’t dress up. Wear yoga pants or something comfy."

I smirk, biting my lip.

Anna Clark

So you just want to stare at my ass. Got it.

Chad Braun

More than stare.

Oh my God.The way he flirts, the way he knows exactly how to get under my skin—now I’m turned on.

Anna Clark

We talked about this. Your sentences …

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