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“Normally, this is where I would take care of you,” he says,leaning forward, pressing a kiss to the pounding pulse in my neck before he whispers, “this is where I would make you come so hard you’re seeing stars.”

I gasp, pressing my legs tighter together because I want that.

“But I didn’t expect to even be here this long, and April needs to go back to the city tonight.”

I nod. “I’m sorry?—”

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He cuts me off, pressing an index finger to my lips. “This is most definitely not something you should be sorry for. I’m more than happy to help you check this off your list for you.” He winks before stepping back and reaching down to pull up his boxer briefs and jeans.

Then he does what I least expect him to do.

He picks up the paper that I scribbled the list on and moves to find a pen on my kitchen counter. He leans over it, smiling to himself as he checks the box I drew in front of the first line.

I blush because it still feels silly for me to have a checklist for this, but at the same time, it’s comforting to know that Dallas isn’t thinking of me any differently for it. He doesn’t make me feel self-conscious about it. He makes me feel seen. He makes me feel heard even when I don’t have the words all the time.

But some people don’t understand words, while some won’t even need words to understand.

That’s Dallas.

Standing in front of me again, he leans down for one more kiss. He presses his lips to mine, reassuring and comforting. He doesn’t need to make a comment about what he just did to the list, or ask me if I’m okay, because he knows.

He’s taking care of me in his quiet, comforting way.

“I’ll see you soon, Poppy.” And he turns on his heel and walks to the door, but pauses as he opens it and turns back to me one last time. “Oh, and you don’t fucking check off number two without me. Understood?”

My lips part in shock as I nod, unable to speak.

“I need your words, honey.”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Good girl,” he says in a low, raspy voice with a grin plastered on his lips because he knows what he just did. He knows my body is craving his touch and desperate to feel more after all of that. It just won’t be tonight. “Good night, Poppy.”

With that, he walks out the front door, closing it with a click behind him.

As I look at the back of the door, two things are certain:

1. I need to order a vibrator.