Page 63 of Over the Moon

One could hope.

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Clark

I wasgrateful that Eloise and I both felt better the following day, and I was well enough to get in a good workout, even if she insisted on going a little easy on me because I’d been down for forty-eight hours. I made up for it by playing loud club music and finally getting her to dance with me in the gym.

We’re calling that a win.

And as much as I’d been focused on getting back to work, I only had one thing at the forefront of my thoughts—to impress the hell out of her.

She was far more concerned about where this would go than I was, if I were being honest.

I didn’t let myself go too far in the future. We liked each other. We were attracted to one another. I wanted to just see where it would go.

This wasn’t about sex. This was something deeper, and I knew it in my gut.

If it were to turn into something that we didn’t want to walk away from, then we’d cross that bridge when we came to it.

But I sure as hell wasn’t going to say that to her and freak her out.

She was counting on this kiss sucking, and I was counting on kissing her until her lips ached.

I knew it wouldn’t suck.

Though I knew she was right, and it would be a hell of a lot easier if the kiss was awful, and we just remained friends.

I just didn’t think that would be the case.

But time would tell.

I pulled up at her house and jogged to the door.

I was fucking excited. I spent almost every single day with this woman, but I couldn’t get enough of her. When she wasn’t with me, I missed her.

It made no sense.

I talked to my mom this morning, and she helped me come up with a few ideas for the date. I’ve never wanted to impress someone the way I wanted to impress Eloise.

Of course, my mom loved being brought into it.

It was a first for me. I’ve never brought her into my dating life. But my mom was a hopeless romantic, and she and I both agreed that me making dinner at my house and eating out by the water was a good idea.

Simple yet romantic.

And then, of course, my brothers all inserted themselves, and Lulu and Henley got involved, so even though I was bringing Eloise back to my house, I’d try to make it special.

She deserved that.

Even if this was a one-time thing and she didn’t want it to go anywhere after tonight—the least I could do was make it nice for her.

I knocked on the door, and when she opened it, I had a hard time keeping my cool.

She wore a long blue dress that ended just above her ankles, with her favorite cowboy boots on beneath. Her hair fell inloose waves over her shoulders, and she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on.

I thought that the first time I saw her, and every day since.

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