Page 118 of The Fake Date Agreement

Even if it kills me.

“I know.” Her response comes instantly.

Trust. She trusts me to look after her. “I’ll wait outside.”

I walk to the door and stop. “Thank you, Tobie Myers.”

“What for?” Confusion clouds her voice.

“Not trying to change me. For accepting me the way I am. For seeing more than the loaded guy with the sexy accent.” I twist to face her. “Youare the one who makes me feel things no one has before.”

She walks over to me, and her hug is everything I never knew I needed. “Thanks for seeing more than just plain Tobie. Even when I’m a scruffpants.”

I shake with laughter. “Scruffpants?”

“I get it from my dad. Don’t judge. I was born to it.”

I cradle the back of her soft hair and extend the hug for just a little longer, then I kiss her forehead. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

For the first hour we’re at the fair, Tobie glances at me, waiting for me to slip my hand into my pocket and press a button for the vibrating egg.

I don’t.

I will, but not now.

Tonight is more about making her laugh than about making her come.

We wander the game booths, not playing any yet, but just looking. I guide Tobie through the crowds toward any ride she shows an interest in.

Tobie is smiling as she watches the carousel whipping people around when I slip my hand into my pocket, feel the buttons on the remote, and press down.

Her breath catches, and she sways slightly, leaning against me.

I wrap my left arm around her shoulder and whisper in her ear, “Too much?”

She takes a breath and shakes her head. “Not the last one. That was intense.”

I kiss her forehead. “We’re here to have fun, not push you too far.”

Between rides, popcorn, and cotton candy, I soak up her smiles, her laughter, and the soft, breathy moans she makes as I alternate pressing buttons on the remote that controls the vibrating egg inside her.

As the evening goes on, her cheeks are more flushed.

Guys are looking at her more than she realizes, not only because she’s beautiful in a green floral dress with spaghetti straps, or even because she’s wearing red lipstick that makes her lips look full and plump.

She looks happy and confident in her body.

The fair was supposed to be fun for Tobie, but when we pass a partially open door that leads to a dimly lit, half-filled storage room, I urge her inside, casually checking no one saw us walk in before I close the door.

“Javier?” She turns to me with a frown.

I wrap my arms around her and claim her lips.

She melts against me.

And as I kiss her, I thumb another button.

She moans into my mouth, rubbing her body against me.

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