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“Well,” she scoffs. “I grew up in a really nice house, in a richer neighborhood. My parents loved me more than any parents could love their child. They’re still happily married today. They’re wonderful in every way.” She rolls her eyes.

I raise a brow. “You talk about your family as if they’re a burden.”

“Not them. Me. I don’t know. Despite ‘my perfect life.’” She holds her finger in the air doing air quotes. “I didn’t have a great childhood. I got into a lot of trouble. Did a lot of things I probably shouldn’t have. I never had the desire to bethe hero…in fact, I was content with the opposite.”

“What kind of bad things are we talking about?” I ask.

She scrunches her lips and looks up. “Let’s see. Bad grades. Breaking curfew. Alcohol. Drugs. A complete disregard for authority. I had sex young.”

“Why do you think you did all those things?” I question.

She shakes her head. “I really don’t know. I had no reason to, but at the same time, I couldn’t not do them. It doesn’t make any sense. I was bitter and rebellious, I guess.”

“Was? As in past tense. Things cool now?”

She furrows her brow. “What exactly is it you want to know?”

“Look, I totally get that people have pasts, and some history doesn’t shed the most positive light. That’s the beauty of being human. We can grow, change, and make better choices. I don’t hold anything you did in your past against you but given my family’s history with drugs it’s not anything I want to deal with now. I fought hard to evade the gangs and the drugs. I escaped that life before it got me, and at thirty years old, I’m not about to get involved with someone who has issues with drugs.” I look at her in question.

“Oh, gosh…no. No issues.” She holds up her hands. “No worries.”

“No worries?” I quirk a brow.

“None at all.” She grins. “We’re totally cool.”

I toss the pillow between us onto the floor and scoot closer to her. “Good because I like you.” I shake my head and laugh. “I know we’re on like day one, and it’s stupid to be talking all serious, but I feel so good with you.” Lifting my hand, I trace her plump bottom lip with my thumb. “How about you?”

She pokes her tongue out of her mouth and licks my thumb. I drop my hand with a groan. “Me too.” She swallows hard. “It sounds cliché, but no one has ever made me feel the way you do. It’s like we fit.”

I cup her face between my palms and crash my mouth against hers. Kissing Lexi is one of the best highs there is. Our chemistry is off the charts. “Yeah, we fit.” I sigh against her lips.

She crawls onto my lap and moves against me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulls our mouths even closer as her tongue moves inside my mouth in a hypnotic spell of a kiss. I’m painfully hard beneath my boxers and crave her more than I’ve ever needed a woman.

“Lexi.” I say her name on sigh. “I need you, baby.”

“I need you,” she says between kisses, her tone airy. She slides her hand between us and down into my boxers.

The doorbell buzzes, dumping a bucket of cold water on my libido.

“Shit, the food.” I remove her hand. Grabbing her by the waist, I lift her off me.

“I think what we were about to do is better than food.” She crosses her arms across her chest.

“Maybe, but we still need to eat.”

Standing behind the door, I open it enough to grab the bag. I thank the man delivering the food and close it quickly.

Making my way into the kitchen, I open a cupboard and pull out two plates. After dishing up the food, I set the plates down on the dining table.

“You coming?” I ask.

“We’re eating at the table?” She sounds skeptical.

“What do you mean?” I chuckle. “Of course, we’re eating at a table. Where do you eat?”

“On the couch while watching TV.”

“Always?”

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