Page 65 of Finding London

“What?” I screech. “You’re, like, a legit whore, Loïc.”

Loïc laughs, and I hate that I can’t help but smile when he does. He’s so damn adorable when he’s happy.

He leans down and kisses me on the forehead. “Babe, I’ve never experienced anything remotely close to the way I feel when I’m with you. You hold every first that matters because you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted more with.”

My heart is racing in my chest because he just called mebabe, and he wantsmore, which I knew, but hearing him say it again is incredible. He’s never used a pet name with me before, and I’m so happy that I want to break into song, like a princess in a Disney movie, but I won’t. That’d be weird. Instead, I throw my arms around him and hug him tight. My face bears a huge smile as I snuggle into his chest.

“Should we go back?” he asks after a minute.

“Yeah, I suppose.” I step back, releasing my hold. “Do you think they’re going to know?”

“Probably. Does it matter?” He smirks.

“No, I guess not,” I answer as Loïc opens the stall door. “I mean, to a whore like yourself who is no stranger to restroom fucking, I’m sure it really doesn’t matter.”

“If being a whore means I get to fuck you in other restrooms down the line, then I’ll proudly wear that title,” Loïc responds with a sly grin.

“You know, you can be cocky sometimes. It’s kind of a flaw.” I accusingly squint up toward him.

“Oh, I think you like that about me,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Do I?” I huff in mock annoyance. “How do you know that?”

He shrugs. “I can tell.”

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes.

We exit the restroom, hand in hand, and come face-to-face with an elderly woman who is about to enter. She looks startled when she sees us.

“The men’s room is out of order,” Loïc says to the woman. He shrugs apologetically as we pass.

When the woman is inside the restroom, we both start laughing, and we are still smiling when we get back to the table.

“Did you get it all out?” Paige questions me as I sit in my chair beside her.

“Get what out?”

“Oh, I don’t know…the fifteen-minute-long pee that you and Loïc both apparently had.”

“No worries, Paige. We’re good,” Loïc answers for me as he shoots me a wink.

“Oh, I’m sure you are.” Paige gives Loïc a knowing smile.

“Excuse me, Paige, but our restroom needs are not your concern,” I say with a grin.

“Well, birds of a feather will flock together.” She shrugs.

“Um…sure,” I respond hesitantly.

“You guys want to order any dessert?” Paige asks us.

I shake my head. “No, I’m good. Thanks.”

“I’m sure you are,” Cooper chimes in.

I look to him, wide-eyed, before the four of us start to laugh.

This entire ordeal should be mortifying, but all I can manage to feel in this moment is pride because the handsome man across from me is mine—for all intents and purposes, at least.In every way that matters.

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