Page 45 of Forgotten Dreams

“Is being an asshole a reason?” She pulls away and looks up at me. I see her eyelashes wet with tears.

“I don’t like to see you cry,” I tell her, bringing my hand up to her cheek. “In fact, I’m going to say it’s my least favorite thing in the whole world.”

“Can you please stop saying all the right things?” She rolls her eyes and brings her forefinger up to her eye and uses it to wipe away the tear. “Then it makes me feel bad when I have to tell you things that will hurt your feelings.”

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh. “Good to know.” I kiss her lips. “Now, let me get some food in you, and then I’ll take you back home.”

“Okay,” she agrees softly as we walk over to the bakery and have lunch outside, sitting at the picnic table.

“Have you thought about hiring a private investigator?” I ask her when I take a bite of my donut.

“Not really.”

“Why don’t you reach out to one and see what they say?” She shrugs.

“I guess there is no harm in doing that,” she concedes. “How does one look for a private investigator?”

I shake my head. “I have no fucking idea,” I answer, making her throw her head back and laugh.

“That’s the second sexiest thing that you do with your mouth,” I tell her, and she stops laughing and smiles. “Actually, not really. It might be the fourth.”

“The fourth?” She leans her elbows on the table. “What are the first three?”

“Well, the first sexiest thing you do with your mouth has to be when you moan out my name.” She looks down at the table, shaking her head. “The second sexiest thing you do with that mouth is kiss.”

“Okay, what’s the third?”

I look around to make sure that it’s just her and me. “The third sexiest thing you are going to do with your mouth is swallow my cock.” Her cheeks turn a tint of pink. “Actually, that might be scratched up to number one.” I close my eyes. “Fuck, I’m hard thinking about it.”

“Caleb,” she hisses and looks around, “you are not.”

“Want to come over to this side and check?” I wink at her, and she rolls her eyes. “I can’t fucking wait for our date.”

“Who says we’re going to have sex on our first date?”

I lean into her. “Technically, it’s like our sixth date by then.”

“How do you count that?”

“One was when I cooked you dinner on Sunday. Two was when I came over on Monday and we had dinner again, cooked by me. Yesterday, I brought burgers over.”

“But you didn’t cook for me.”

“Still a date, I brought food. Tonight, we’ll be having dinner, so that’s four.”

“I get it, I can count, but Friday, I’m busy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really, I’m getting ready for the date, so I have to do certain things.”

“You do those things on Saturday morning. I’m not giving up a make-out session so you can shave your legs.”

“Caleb, it’s more than my legs.” She laughs.

I lick my lips. “Oh yeah, tell me what other parts you plan on shaving.”

“I will not.”

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