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I am completely head-over-heels in love with Sophia Becker.

“Of course. You smell great. I’m just used to the smell of grease and motor oil on you. Which, by the way, is a smell I also love.”

“Good to know, considering I spend most of my time bathing in both.”

She drops her jaw in mock surprise and lightly pats my chest. “What a coincidence. Me too!”

Her jovial response makes me laugh. A burning sensation builds in my chest, and it feels like my heart increases in size. Sophia is perfect in more ways than one. She’s funny, she puts up with my possessive bullshit, she just might love racecars as much as I do, and she’s adventurous in more ways than one. She’s almost too good to be true.

But she’s here and in my arms. I’d be a fool to let anything get between us and our budding relationship.

She’s mine. And I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure she feels the same way about me.

Chapter22

A perfect first date—dinner, a movie, too much teasing, and a tryst in the woods.

Sophia

“Do you want popcorn?” Mac asks after we enter the theater.

“Do birds fly?” I raise my brows and look up at him with aduhexpression on my face.

He laughs, that deep bellowing sound that always sets my insides on fire. “So that’s a yes.”

“Yes!” I clap my hands together and bounce on my feet as I approach the concession counter.

I’m still reeling over the dinner we just had. And let’s not forget about the flowers and the sweet way he’s been acting toward me since he picked me up.

I’m swooning. Until tonight, I don’t think I’d ever experienced honest-to-God actual swooning, but I’m willing to bet all the money in my bank account that this is it.

I still love my growly-bear possessive man that’s lying dormant beneath that sexy wool coat of his, but I’m enjoying this side of him too.

As if the flowers weren’t enough to make it up to me for being such a pain in my ass all week, he called my mom and asked her for a list of my favorite foods.

He. Called. My. Mom.

Who does that?

Mac, that’s who.

I didn’t even know he had my mom’s phone number. Apparently, she gave it to him at the hospital after my accident.

He took me to this hole-in-the-wall barbecue restaurant where we were seriously overdressed compared to the usual clientele, but the food was phenomenal. Nothing beats good smoked meat and barbecue, and it’s always the best from the places that look like dives.

“How about some peanut M&M’s®?” Mac rests his chin on my shoulder as he steps up behind me. Just having him this close to me causes my already sensitive nerve endings to tingle and zap like they’ve been lit by a match.

“I love M&M’s®.” I spin around and wrap my hands around his neck. “Can I have a blue raspberry slushie too?”

“Baby, you can have anything you want.” He plants a kiss on my lips, teasing me with the slight slip of his tongue.

Screw my tingling nerves. That’s nothing compared to the ache between my legs. We haven’t had sex since before my accident, and I really miss the way he feels when he moves inside me.

God I hope he plans on giving that thing to me tonight.

We order our snacks and head in to grab our seats. We’re here to watch aFriday the 13thmarathon. I’m still in awe that he found a theater showing my favorite movies. They’re silly, but some of my best childhood memories start with cheesy horror movies.

The theater is old and looks like something out of a 1950s movie. Unlike modern theaters that can play several movies at a time, this one only has one theater for viewing.

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