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“Noted,” I mutter, banking that information away, wondering if that’s what she was doing when she whispered my name.

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LEXI

Easton rinses our plates and loads them into the dishwasher.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks, eyes on me.

“It’s odd, seeing you be …domestic.”

This makes him laugh. “In another life, I think I was a house husband.”

“Trophyhusband, for sure.” I nod, my eyes gliding over his body.

“That too,” he says.

In the short-sleeved shirt, his tattoos are on full display. I lick my lips, trying very hard not to eye-fuck him but finding it difficult. Especially after he was the main character in my fantasies last night.

His blue eyes sparkle as he studies me, and it’s easy to imagine him as someone else in a different scenario with a loving wife and a family.

I know that when Easton is in a relationship, he commits to it. He seems like the person who is either one hundred percent in or one hundred percent out. There’s no in-between, unlike every man I’ve ever dated.

I push the thought away as I stand and stretch.

“How’d you sleep last night?” he asks, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

After I crawled into bed with him, I listened to the rainfall and drifted away. I dreamed of nothing.

“I think you might be my nightmare catcher.”

Quickly, my mind wanders to this morning, when I woke up and I was holding him and his grip was firmly on my upper thigh. It was dominant and sexy, but I know he’s not in control of what he does when he’s asleep.

“Nightmare catcher. I like it.”Easton checks his watch.

“Sounds frightening, but it’s not. Fitting, considering you’re not as terrible as you want people to believe.”

“Lexi, don’t convince yourself the man they say I am doesn’t exist. Being an asshole isverymuch a part of who I am.”

I give him a small smile. “Oh, I know. I’ve met that version of you. Totaldickhead.”

Laughter releases from his perfect lips. “You’re into it.”

“We all have a type,” I say matter-of-factly.

“And I’m yours?” His mouth curves up into a devious grin.

“In another lifetime,” I say, knowing I cannot have this conversation with him because he knows. He sees right through me. The mask I wear is invisible to him.

“Let’s play a game.” Easton pulls a small notebook from his pocket, flips it to the back, and rips two sheets of paper the size of my palm from the spiral. He scribbles something on his, folds it in half, then hands me the pen. “Rate me on yourdream partnerscale from one to five, and we’ll trade later.”

“One being no way in Hell?” I ask, tapping the pen against my lips.

“And five being you’d whisper their name as you came,” he says with that goddamn smirk.

I swallow down the words Iwantto say. If he knew, he shouldn’t have been chickenshit. He should’ve opened the door and given me what my body was desperately begging for—him.

“That sounds pretty hot, doesn’t it?” I meet his intense gaze.

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