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I gasp as his hands cup my face and his lips cut my words off. He moves his mouth over mine with such mastery, giving me a soft, chaste kiss that leaves me wanting more.

“I’ve missed you,” he says quietly when he pulls away.

“I know.”

“And…”

“I guess I missed you too.”

He laughs and gives me another quick kiss before pushing me an arm’s length away.

“If you don’t go away now, this night is going to take a turn it’s not supposed to…yet.”

“And that would be a bad thing…why?”

“Because we have plans. Now get them boobs in a holder before I do something stupid.”

With reluctance, I drag myself back to my bedroom and strip as quickly as possible. Out of habit, I reach for one of my skirts, but my hand freezes over the garment.

Robbie can surprise me, so I can surprise him too.

I grab a change of clothes and dart across the hall to the bathroom. I pull my outfit on and stare into the mirror, trying to figure out what I’m going to do with this mess of hair.

“I’m totally judging your ‘Continue Watching’ list on Netflix!” Robbie yells through the apartment.

“You snoop!”

“You bore!” he teases, poking fun at all the documentaries and cooking shows I’m sure are listed on the screen.

It takes me another five minutes to get my red mane under control and swipe some lip gloss on. I zip back over to my room, grabbing my favorite mantra-stamped necklace and slide it on before taking a steadying breath and meeting Robbie in the living room.

“You seriously watch this shit? It’s s—”

Whatever he was going to say dies on his lips when he sees me. His jaw hangs open, eyes wide with disbelief.

“Holy fucking shit. I never in my entire life thought a pair of jeans would be the hottest thing on a chick, but damn, woman. You wear thosewell.” He twirls his finger in a circle. “Let’s see that ass.”

“Robbie! I am not a piece of food. Stop drooling.”

“I could eat you like a piece of food.” He grins wolfishly and winks. “But you know that.”

My face flames and I shake my head. “Let’s go before I change my mind about going out in public with you.”

He clicks off the TV and stands to meet me. “You love going out with me.”

“Actually, this is our first time going out.”

“Is not. There was Lola’s.” He holds up his index and middle fingers. “Twice, mind you.”

“That doesn’t count. Both times we were there together were on accident. This is our first date.”

“There is no way! We…”

He trails off and his eyes widen as he realizes I’m right.

We’ve been texting for over a month now, he took my virginity, and we’ve gotten dirty between the sheets several times since then—but we haven’t been out on a date yet.

How backward is that?

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