Page 72 of My Undead Heart

“Are you calling me fat, Matt Haywood?” I exaggerate the shock of my wide eyes with the hint of smile so he can tell I’m joking.

“No! No, I’m not!” he says, looking as if he might be the one running now. “That’s not what I meant!”

I lift one brow, and let my smile spread across my lips. “Because I’m pretty sure you fed me healthy coffee. I enjoy my calories and fat, thank you very much.”

Matt’s mouth parts but he’s tongue-tied and I finally give in to the laughter I’ve been holding back. With a huge sigh of relief, he finally joins in, stepping closer until he’s caged me once again, this time with my back against the front door.

“Mia, Mia, Mia ... You know how much I love these curves?” His voice drops to a sexy rumble and his touch is soft as his hands feather up the outside of my hips, over my waist, cup my breasts and find their way to hold my chin in place as he steals one passionate kiss.

He lets me go and rests his forehead against mine, the breath between us shared. “We’re good?” Such a simple question.Are we?His gaze is sincere and I know what he’s asking. It’s what I’ve been wondering since we crossed the line last night. Can we keep this thing between us and not change everything?

“We’re good,” I say because I want it to be true.

He smiles and drops a chaste kiss on my cheek. “Let me throw on some clothes. I’ll take you home.” With that everything is back to the way it was before. Matt doesn’t get clingy and I don’t have to plan an exit strategy. I eat a few bites of the omelet and finish my coffee. The stevia/protein powder blend won’t convert me, but it’s good and Matt’s company is even better. He cleans the kitchen while we banter, his unbridled laughter returned, and I put on my shoes before jumping on the back of his hog. It’s so simple I’m almost alarmed. Maybe it’s foolish wishing, but I hold hope that Matt’s right. That we don’t have to change. That things will work out.

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