Page 46 of Mine To Keep (Southern Wedding)

“Nope, it’s Ballbuster.”

“Aw, perfect,” she says. “Now I’m going to change out of my clothes, eat, and get to class.”

“Okay, talk to you later,” I reply, hanging up the phone and picking up Meadow. I fall asleep before her class even ends, and when I wake in the morning, there is a text telling me she’s off to bed, showing me it’s after one in the morning.

The whole week we barely see each other. The only making out we do is in the morning before going upstairs, but it’s not enough, and by the end of the week, I’m not the only cranky one.

“Grace.” I call her name when it’s almost the end of Friday.

“What?” she asks, walking into my office. She’s wearing a flowy skirt today.

“Are you done for the day?” I ask her, and she nods. I look out of the window, seeing that no one is nearby. “You can take off if you like.” She glares at me. “I’m just saying you’ve worked hard this week.”

“Whatever,” she hisses and turns to walk out of my office, grabbing her things and leaving. I roll my lips and wait five minutes before calling her.

“What’s got you in this mood?” I turn to look out at the sunlight.

“You,” she responds quickly. “You always put me in this mood.”

I laugh silently. “What did I do now?”

“Well, for one, you looked extremely hot today,” she huffs, “and I’m leaving without even kissing you. You suck at dating, by the way.”

I can’t help but chuckle out loud. “How about you come over for dinner tomorrow?” I invite softly. “I’ll put Meadow to bed at seven, and then we can have dinner together, followed by a massive make-out session.”

“I would like that very much,” she agrees finally, “like a lot.”

“Good, bring pj’s,” I tell her, and she groans.

“I’m not going to sleep over on our first date,” she huffs out.

“Who said anything about sleeping?” My cock wakes up. “Fine, sleep naked.”

“This isn’t helping, Caine,” she cries out. “You are the worst.”

“Call me later,” I tell her when I spot Kevin approaching her desk. She doesn’t even say goodbye. She just hangs up on me.

I get up, pretending to go drop something on her desk. “Looking for Grace?” I ask him, and he looks around. “She’s gone.” And taken, kiss-ass, my head says, but luckily, my mouth doesn’t.

“Oh, okay,” he says. “Have a great weekend.” I nod at him before turning and walking back into my office, grabbing my jacket and phone before leaving.

Tonight, I set an alarm for ten fifteen, and when I wake up, I call her. She answers after one ring, her voice filled with sleep. “Are you sleeping?” I ask her softly.

“I’m slipping into bed right now.” I hear the sheet rustle and wish I was with her. “I’m exhausted, but I set my alarm for seven. I’ll get up and do homework tomorrow morning and then nap before I come over.” I smile when she says that.

“What is your favorite meal?” I ask, and she laughs. “It’s like something I can’t make, right?”

“Either chicken potpie from my great-grandmother or—”

“How do you like steak and shrimp?” I interrupt her.

“I’m good with anything,” she assures me. “What time should I come over?”

“Now,” I joke with her, and she moans, and I honestly can’t fucking wait for her to come over tomorrow. “After seven fifteen is good.”

“Sounds good. Should I bring anything?”

“You and your sexy ass,” my mouth quickly answers without letting me think about it.

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