Page 7 of Fall In Love With Me (Fall In Love Again)

Hell, I’d do anything to have that fire between us, that tension and built-up need.

My phone buzzes and I huff a laugh as I read it:So who is she?

Derek won’t quit. At first he thought I was fucking around and I just didn’t want to hook up with the girls at the end of the bar. He bought them a round and I did my best to be his wingman, but it caught him off guard that my first week back I met someone.

I know I know her, don’t I?Derek texts and I joke back:It’s your mom.

Not funny, he answers and then I tell him:She wants to keep it on the downlow.

The bed groans as I climb in, pick up the remote and turn the TV on to whatever channel it was on last. I debate on confiding in him that it might have been a one-time thing. But there’s a possessive side of me that knows damn well that’s not going to happen.

I want her, she wants me … I just need to make it clear to her that what happened today is damn sure going to happen again, and again, and again.

My phone goes off and I casually pick it up, expecting Derek to give me shit, but it’s not Derek.

You didn’t text.As Aubrey’s text comes through, the name I plugged in for her brings a smile back: Bree Baby. Before I can text anything back she adds:

I thought today was wonderful btw. Especially what you did with your tongue.

Goddamn.I don’t remember you having such a dirty mouth, I text back, my dick hardening yet again. I palm it through the sheets and readjust only for her to reply:Ha! I knew that would get you to text me.

A rough chuckle leaves me and I message:In all honesty I was prepared to text back that I was just getting ready to message you. Been out all day.

As she’s typing, the three little dots informing me that she is, I add:Been thinking about that mouth of yours and what I plan to do to it next.

Aubrey:No sexting just yet. That requires three dates.

Smirking at her response I debate on what to say next. I don’t want to fuck it up, but I damn sure need her to know we are in fact a thing and I will be telling this whole damn town just that.

Bennet:Is three dates what it takes to call you my girl?

She starts typing, then stops and all the while I lean back, sitting up in the bed, TV on although I don’t have a clue what’s playing. I glance at my phone, wondering what the hell is going through that pretty little head of hers.

Aubrey:I take that to mean you don’t sleep with every customer you service?

A hum of humor leaves me as I text back:Service? Is that what they call it now?

Before she can second-guess a thing or starts wondering if I’m seeing other people I write:I prefer exclusivity and it’s only been you.

I almost add to the end of the line:since I’ve been back. Almost, but it doesn’t feel right. I know it’s been years and I’ve been with people just like she has. But there’s not a woman I’m interested in other than Bree.

Hell, I think fate set us up. I think she’s always been meant to be mine.

After a moment she messages:I liked you servicing me today.

I joke, texting:I could come back and service you right now if you’d like.I can imagine her laugh. That sweet sound I remember so well.

Aubrey:Calm down there, Bennet …we might have started fast but can we take it slow?

I second-guess my first response, which is to joke about going slow during foreplay. There’s something about her that’s vulnerable and I’ll be damned if I fuck this up. My answer is simple:I can go slow. We can go as slow as you want, Bree.

A moment passes and then another of her typing a message. I imagine it’s going to be long judging by the way the three dots drop out of sight and reappear, but all it is when she finally sends it is:Tell me something I don’t know.

I rattle off a few things that have happened since I moved back. Nothing heavy and everything easy. She asks questions and I ask them back.

And there’s plenty to ask.

We barely even spoke back then in high school. We were close for a short while, then it was dangerous territory, then it was nothing. Like I never existed.

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