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Grinning, I lean in and take the fry into my mouth, groaning when the sauce hits my tongue.

“You have something right here,” Kerian says, tapping beside his mouth. I reach up to wipe it away, but he grabs my hand. “No, let me.”

Then he leans in and licks along the seam of my mouth. I groan, and Kerian swallows it when he plants his lips on mine, kissing me thoroughly. His large hands frame my face and I sink into him.

I could get used to this.

ChapterEighteen

KERIAN

I’m pressingZander against the door of his car and kissing his neck when I realize something.

This is all so fucking… domestic.

Holyshit, just because I told him he was mine doesn’t mean I’m going to settle down to play house with him. I’m obviously giving him the wrong idea, because he looksmorethan half gone for me, and I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit at least to myself that I’d been feeling…

Warm.

While we were in the restaurant.

Which means I need to change shit up, because the last thing I want is to feelcontentwith something that’s not in my control. Sure, I could—and would—stalk Zander Braithe for the rest of his life and remind him who he belonged to, but if he decided he didn’t want my…attentionto be sweet anymore, I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

The fact that Icareif he wants to be sweet is ridiculous. I stuff my hands into his jeans pocket and fish out his car keys while he’s writhing against me. He doesn’t realize what I’m doing until I’m at the driver’s side of his car, pulling the door open and hopping in. I couldtellhe was anxious showing me his car, probably worried I’d judge him or something.

But honestly… I have money because my parents bought me shit before I went off to college and I have a trust fund from my grandparents that they can’t touch. I didn’t earn that shit. It doesn’tmatter.

And I don’t judge Zander for having a car that looks like it’s seen better days. It sounds like it means a hell of a lot more to him than my car does to me—if anything, doesn’t that make it better?

I start the engine while he’s staring at me from the passenger seat.

“Next time we take your car, I’m driving.” I can’t tell if he’s trying to threaten me, but I shrug.

“Whatever.”

His jaw drops, just slightly, and then his lips turn up in a grin. It doesn’t leave his face as he stretches across the console and slides his fingers along my arm until he can take my hand.

My jaw clenches, but I don’t pull away. I haveplansthat are going to make all of this worth it—that will makemefeel better about it.

Plans that will remind Zander that beneath all his sappy, lovey shit, I’m always going to be the guy who put him on his knees in a club and made him choke on my dick.

And if those plans are self-serving and the idea in my head is sparking wildfire along my nerves, that’s even better.

He doesn’t blink when we pull into the parking lot of the local mall, and he doesn’t question me when I start inside. He catches up to me with an arched brow.

“What are we here for?”

“We’re on a date, right?” The worddatemakes his eyes light up.

“Right.”

“Well, you bought me dinner. I get to buy you a present now.”

“I don’t want—” I cut him off with my mouth, pressing a hard kiss to his lips that makes him sway into me.

“Trust me. It’s a gift for me more than you anyway.”

I can see his curiosity spike at that, and the grin that crosses my lips only makes it burn brighter. Fuck, he’s so innocent and… trusting. Like a sweet little puppy.

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