Page 55 of Can't Always Get What You Want

Like a shift in the atmosphere.

Like someone just turned the dial on my instincts to ‘high.’

She’s here.

Finally!

Curves and confidence, she struts toward me in tight denim, sleeves pushed up on a cropped bright green jacket. The collar is popped, with a black tank layered beneath I can see is clinging to her body like it was custom-fitted.

The neckline dips low.

When I try not to lower my gaze, I fail tremendously.

Cleavage for days.

Tan tits and smooth skin…

I glance away for half a second, purely for survival purposes, before my eyes drag right back like they’ve been rewired. Like there’s a magnet in her chest and my dignity never stood a chance.

I feel every muscle in my body lock up—not in fear, but inrestraint. Like if I breathe wrong, she’ll disappear. Like if I so much as blink, I’ll miss something.

Fuck.

I’m done for.

I have rearranged beans for this woman.

I would rearrange my whole damn life.

She steps closer…

Closer still.

I can smell her perfume now, her eyes flicker to my right, clocking the bean pyramid. The Bush’s Best centerpiece. The humble little love monument I built like an idiot with a crush and a half hour to kill.

Her pink glossy lips twitch. “Nice beans.”

“I can’t believe you actually showed up,” I reply, cause part of me thought she might cancel.

She smiles at me, abashed. “Yeah. Sorry I’m late. I, uh—had to change.Twice.”

I glance down at the tank top, then back up at her face, appreciating her effort—and the effects.

“Worth it.”

She tugs on the edge of her jacket like it’ll somehow hide the very thing she purposely chose to wear.

“I almost bailed. I’m…” she admits, shuffling on her heels. “Pretty embarrassed about the text messages.”

What, those? Pfft.

What guy cares about her haunted vagina? If hers has cobwebs, that only makes me all that more curious.

“Why?” I ask, stepping just a little closer. “It wasveryinformative.” Nod seriously. “I hadnoidea ghost vaginas were a thing.”

She groans, hiding her face in one hand. “Please don’t say ghost vagina out loud.”

“Can I whisper it?”

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