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Robbie yanks his mouth from mine and sighs dramatically. His eyes are glazed over, and I can tell he’s regretting not letting me drive my own car in this moment.

He nods toward the other side of the car. “Better get back over there. We’re still miles away and unless you want our first time to be behind some bush in the park, scoot.”

With reluctance, I slide away.

Speaking of first times…

“Ro—”

“I remember being in love like you two—best five minutes of my life.” The old man laughs again.

Robbie and I exchange a look.

“It’s not love, sir. We’re just…uh…”

“Relieving some tension,” Robbie supplies.

The cabbie turns around just long enough to wink at us. “That’s why I said five minutes.”

I politely laugh and then tune out as Robbie directs him the best way through his apartment complex.

My heart is beating so fast.

In just moments, I’ll be inside Robbie’s home. Then inside his bedroom. Then under his sheets.

Is this happening too fast? Am I insane for doing this? Will I regret this? Will I—

“Here we are!” the driver announces. “That’ll be twenty-two fifty, please.”

Robbie pays the man and slides out of the car then sticks his hand back in to help me out.

“You two have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” the cabbie says before speeding off once we’re clear of the vehicle.

We’re quiet as Robbie grabs my hand and leads me up the walkway.

For a Saturday night, it’s rather noiseless outside. All that can be heard is the cars passing on the street and the chirping of the crickets.

We come to a stop in front of a door, and he pulls a set of keys from his pocket.

As he pushes the key into the slot, he turns my way, eyes searching and questioning.

“Are you sure about this, Monty?”

I chew on my bottom lip as I stare up at him.

I haven’t known him long, and I might be crazy for doing this, but every inch of me is screaming to say yes.

“Open the door, Robbie.”

Without another word, he obeys my command.

I’m met with the smell of something sweet, which surprises me because I know Robbie lives here alone.

“It smells amazing in here.”

“Lavender. It’s an essential oil diffuser.”

“I’m not going to lie, I was kind of expecting the smell of dirty socks or something equally disgusting.”

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