Page 26 of Counterfeit Boyfriend
Evan’s soft chuckle sent happiness pinging through me. “Horny magical creature.”
That made me snort-laugh, and I hugged the dirty unicorn to my chest, already sure it was going to be my all-time favorite souvenir.
As Evan guided us away from the flashing lights and noise of the carnival, I rested my head on his shoulder. I loved how securely he tucked me against his side, his hand wrapped firmly around my hip, so he could easily maneuver us around the clumps of people.
This wasn’t just the best date Evan and I had been on, but the best one I’deverbeen on. It seemed like we were under some kind of magical spell, and I couldn’t help worrying it was one with an expiration date. That I’d be left standing in a tattered dress and pumpkin guts at the end.
It’s just your trust issues flaring.I’d been in a relationship that seemed perfect before, only to discover how blind I’d been, and it made it hard to not only trust people, but also to trust my own instincts.
My brain chose that moment to remind me about the mini rough patch we’d had after he used the wrong version of my name. We’d turned the night back around, though, and if anything, that showed we could handle a few bumps, right?
If I really wanted to see if Evan and I could work long-term, I needed to go all in. Fully commitandgive our relationship everything I had, which included trusting myself and trusting him. Then maybe there wouldn’t have to be an end.
“You look like you’re thinking real hard,” he said.
I slowed my steps and glanced up at him. “I’m just about done with the thinking.”
“Temporarily, or for good?”
I dragged a finger down his arm and shot him a smile. “It depends on how good you are at distracting me.”
Heat flared through the blue eyes that ran down my body before slowly coming back up to lock on to mine. Although he’d occasionally flashed me expressions that conveyed desire before, this was like that on crack, and I found myself cheering for crack usage.
Love crack, for the record. I felt like I’d taken a hit of it, too.
Needing to feed my addiction, I leaned in for a kiss and sighed when my lips met his. Intoxicating warmth flooded me, and as he tugged me closer and deepened the kiss, I decided that if there was ever a guy to take a chance on, it was this one.
