Page 70 of The Forever Play

It’s just me and him.

Alone.

Together.

Goose bumps ripple over my arms, and I’m so glad he can’t see them. He can’t know how excited I am, because I seriously shouldn’t be feeling this excited!

This should be awkward as shit, but somehow it’s not. Somehow, watching him slip his shoes off and pad into the living room is the most natural thing in the world.

I trail after him, admiring his fine ass as he sheds his jacket and flicks it over the end of the couch.

“Zoey’s asleep.” I walk around him, desperate to brush up against him but suddenly nervous that maybe he’s not here for that.

He did just say “hang out,” right?

Like friends do.

Friends, Sienna!

Zander nods, looking around the living room. He doesn’t seem disappointed by the fact that he can’t see his daughter right now, and my belly does a little shimmy.

He came to see me. To hang out with me!

“This was a good game.” He points to the TV andtakes a seat in my usual spot. I love that his butt is now sitting where mine always goes.

Are you kidding me right now? What is wrong with you?

I clear my throat, trying to lodge the awkward out of it and act like a normal person. You know, in my Tigger outfit. “Yeah, I was just watching highlights and?—”

“Eating Nerds.” He grins up at me.

“What?” I glance down at my onesie and don’t spot any evidence.

“In your hair.”

“Oh.” My blush must be fire-engine red as I scramble to pull the three little Nerds out of my hair. He turns back to the TV with a soft snicker, and I quickly pop them into my mouth while he’s not looking. Sucking them down, I take a seat on the other end of the couch, curling my toes between the cushions while he stretches his arm across the back.

His fingers are close enough to touch my shoulder, and my heart is going wild.

Sienna, seriously. Calm the hell down!

“Can’t believe you still like them.” Zander’s finger twitches, lightly skimming the hair on my shoulder.

“I can’t believe you remembered.” I nudge his thigh with my big toe.

He glances my way and murmurs, “I remember everything about you.”

His gaze is so open, I can’t breathe for a second. “Like what?”

His lips twitch and grow into a smile. “Like the fact that you adore Taylor Swift but always get her lyrics wrong when you’re singing.”

My nose scrunches up. I wish I could argue with him, but that’s so freaking accurate.

“And the fact that you hate hot dogs, though very courageously ate one when I took you to that park by the lake.”

“Oh my gosh.” I cover my face and laugh into my palms. “You knew?”

“You were trying so hard to hide it, but you kept looking like you were about to gag. That’s why I told you I was hungry and asked if I could finish your hot dog for you.”

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