Page 105 of The Fake Date Agreement

“If you’d shown up in your sweats?” His expression is thoughtful.

“Yeah. What would you have done?”

He rolls me onto my back, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’d have made sure to love every inch of you.” His eyes are so soft and warm. It’s a look that steals all the air from my lungs. “And I’d never have stopped feeling like the luckiest guy in the world that it was my door you knocked on.”

I’m falling asleep when he kisses my hair. “You won’t sneak out on me and have me convinced this was just a dream, will you?”

I blink up at him. “No, why?”

But I think I might have. When the cold, hard reality of turning up at his door in a trench coat and lingerie hits me in the morning, I can totally see myself slipping away to do the walk of shame back to my dorm, even if I’m not feeling the least bit shameful now.

“I want to take you out for breakfast,” he says, yawning.

“But I don’t have clothes,” I remind him.

“You can wear my sweatpants and jersey.”

“I could just wear a T-shirt,” I remind him.

He kisses me. “I want you in something with my name on the back so everyone knows you’re mine.”

A tiny bit of me melts at his words. Hell.Allof me melts.

“And will we go somewhere on campus?” Somewhere public, I mean, where everyone will see us.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and shakes his head. “No. This breakfast is just about you and me. I know a place.”

Yawning, I lean against him. “What place?”

Truth be told, I rarely leave campus. My introverted, socially anxious self finds a safe place and stays put. I’m all about routine and the familiar.

“A hole in the wall. The sort of place you think is a food poisoning waiting to happen.”

I smile against his neck. “You’re not really selling it to me.”

He laughs and squeezes me. “They make the best damn breakfast in town. You could eat off the kitchen floor, it’s that clean. It’s my favorite place other than the ice, and I want to take you there. I want to show you all of my favorite things.”

I touch his cheek. “I’m looking at one of mine.”

His smile is as achingly sweet as his kiss. “That so?”

I nod. “It is.”

Tonight feels so surreal. As if I’ve dreamed all this up, and I’ll wake up at any moment and I’ll be back in my dorm.

“What are you thinking?” Reid asks softly.

Smiling, I loop my arms around his shoulders. “That I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to kiss me again.”

“Wouldn’t mind it, huh?” He raises an eyebrow, expression thoughtful, though his lips twitch with barely concealed amusement. “Sounds like I have some improvements to make.”

I feign indifference. “I mean, your kisses aren’texactlyterrible but—” I dissolve into giggles when he mercilessly tickles me.

And once Reid has finished making me laugh, neither of us gets as much sleep as we should.

I lied.

Reid’s kisses are everything a girl could dream of. Just like he is.

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