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I loved the way he made me laugh harder than anyone ever had before. “Sounds good.”

“Great. I’ll see you around six. I’d make kissy noises, but Gus is with me in the big truck right now, and he’d look at me funny.”

I could hear another voice grumble, “You’ve lost it, Tyler.”

“You can make them in person as soon as you get here,” I said.

As soon as he hung up, I did a quick sweep of the apartment to make sure everything was spotless, and took a shower so that I could do my hair properly.

I liked the way that Tyler and I seemed to be just going with the flow, physically. It had been so nice just kissing and cuddling the other night.

I would have thought that he might expect more and more every time we were together, so taking a step back for one evening was sweetly refreshing.

After styling my hair, re-painting my nails pale pink, and basically fussing like a lunatic for a few hours, Tyler finally arrived.

I loved the way he swept me into his arms immediately. I loved the way he already knew to get Thai chicken with spicy noodles. I loved the way I actually felt completely relaxed and completely excited around him at the same time.

After we ate, he indulged me with one of my favorite old movies that I had first watched when I was around ten years old, when I didn’t even understand most of the plot.

Since then, I’d become mildly obsessed, following the careers of most of the side character actors, the locations, and the inspiration for some of the pivotal scenes.

I very carefully managed to only stop the movie four times to tell Tyler pertinent details.

He didn’t seem the slightest bit annoyed, and actually stopped it once himself to point out a car in the background that was the first car he owned when he was eighteen.

When it finished, I said, “See? You can watch a movie and have a running conversation at the same time.”

“You’re absolutely right. That was much less annoying than I would have expected.”

“I hope that I’m never annoying around you,” I said.

“You’re not. You’re wonderful,” he said, tilting my chin up with his fingers to bring his lips to mine. “This is one of those stupid weekends when I have to work on a Sunday,” he said gently.

“I understand if you have to leave,” I said automatically, trying to hide my slight disappointment.

“I want to ask you something, but you have to promise me first that you’ll say no if it makes you the slightest bit uncomfortable.”

I nodded. “Shoot.”

“I have to leave at five in the morning, but if I go home, I’ll be tossing and turning, thinking of you. How do you feel about me sleeping over so that I can hold you all night, and we’ll both sleep well?”

I nodded while leaning toward his mouth, rubbing my lips up and down against his, making us both laugh.

Tyler’s hand slid up into the back of my hair, sending sparks of lust through me. He must have felt me shiver, as he pulled away quickly. “I don’t expect anything,” he said. “Just hoping for snuggles.”

“What if…” I bit my lip, unable to finish the thought.

“Unless you want more than that?” he asked. His eyes locked on mine as if he was trying to read my mind.

I nodded again, slowly and deliberately.

“Are you saying that you might like me to caress this gorgeous body, and make you moan, sweet girl?”

I giggled and nodded, feeling so girlish and soft in his thick, hard arms.

I couldn’t quite believe it when he lifted me as if I weighed nothing, carrying me to the bedroom. He was so gentle, so methodical as he slowly pulled off my t-shirt, unhooking my bra to lay me topless across the bed.

I’ve never felt any particular way about my body. It was rounder, bigger, and softer than I would have liked, but it was pretty healthy and served me well. Now when I saw Tyler staring as he unwrapped every inch of me, it seemed that he appreciated my womanly curves.

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