Two a day, p.19
Two a Day,
p.19
I linger, not wanting the kiss to end. She tastes like mangos and the magic of this whirlwind movie-turned-date, and she parts her lips, inviting me in for more, more, more, and I greedily accept.
When we finally pull apart, her chest rises and falls against mine, and my cock is more than ready to take things back to her place, my place, any goddamn place where we can be alone. Turns out instant crushes are my new favorite thing. Nothing could kill this buzz.
“I have to go,” Cara says, and places one hand on my chest. “Home. Alone.”
Well, okay then.
Maybe that could kill the buzz a little.
“Of course,” I reply, because I’m not an asshole. If the lady wants to leave, she can leave. But… “I’d like to see you again. Why don’t you come over for a documentary-and-dinner date tomorrow night?”
Her eyes blink to the waves crashing down on the beach, then flick back to meet mine, an ocean of uncertainty in her gaze. “I’m sorry, Patrick. This is happening really fast for me. I had a bad experience with an ex and I just…”
My heart plummets to the bottom of the boardwalk. I step back. “I get it. Don’t worry.”
“No.” She shakes her head, grabs my hand. “I do want this. But we’d need to take things slowly. I’ve only known you a few hours and already I feel like this could be something between us—but I don’t want to risk getting hurt again.”
Phew. So she does want more—and more with me.
And for moments like we’ve shared tonight, I’m willing to do whatever it takes.
I tuck a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, my hand lingering there. “We can go slow. Turtle slow.”
She smiles up at me, but it’s not as brilliant as it was before, as if the memory of her ex has somehow dulled the spark between us. “Thank you.”
“No. Thank you,” I say, “for taking a chance on me.”
And as we exchange numbers, I know two things for certain.
One: I’m all about instant crushes now. This is the best night I’ve had in a very long time.
And two: even though she’s agreed to a date, this somehow feels like a breakup.
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Chapter Two
Cara
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There’s a fine line between too much and just enough.
Take frosting, for example. Too much and it overwhelms the cake, smooshing all over your face as you try to eat. The balance is wrong. It’s no longer fun.
That’s how I view dating. Too much and it can feel less like a recipe for romance, more like an over-frosted cupcake.
It’s difficult, messy, and not fun at all.
“But you really like the guy,” Taylor says as I sit at the bar, where I’ve arrived five minutes early for my next date with Patrick. She places a napkin with a glass of water on it in front of me, ever the polished bar professional. “Did you want to order a drink now or wait till he’s here?”
“I’ll wait, thanks,” I reply. “And I know. I do like him. We had this chemistry that was pure magic. And that kiss…” I sigh into my water and take a long sip. That kiss was one week ago, but it’s been replaying in my mind under the heading of Most Romantic Kiss Ever since.
“So what’s the problem then?” she asks, grabbing a glass from the dishwasher and polishing it.
“I just…” I shrug. “I guess I’m scared. When I started college, I dated this guy I met on campus. And he seemed perfect on paper—like we had everything in common.” I shudder at the memory. “Turns out that was because he’d researched my likes and dislikes. He turned himself into this mirror of me, and when I started to pull away, he wouldn’t leave me alone.”
“Oh, Cara.” Tay places a hand over mine. She’s a newer friend in my circle, but has rapidly proved to be a good one. “That must have been scary.”
“It was. He’d show up unannounced, text me all the time—he even followed me places a few times and tried to laugh it off, like it was just a big coincidence.” I shudder at the memory. “That’s all in the past now, but I guess it’s made it harder for me to take someone like Patrick at face value.”
“That makes sense, sweetie.” Taylor places the glass on the shelf and grabs another, running the cloth over it with practiced efficiency. “But not every man will be like your ex.”
“I know,” I reply, sitting up a little straighter. “Which is why I’m doing this. We’re taking things slow, and I’m taking a chance.”
And when Patrick walks into the bar, I’m so very glad I am.
At the movies, he wore jeans, but this evening he’s come straight from work. I didn’t know I was the kind of woman who cared what a man wore, but now that I’ve seen him in this tailored navy-blue suit, I’m rapidly becoming all about the three-piece, thankyouverymuch.
His dark eyes search the room, and when they land on me I feel it—that zing that thrilled through me when we laughed and joked on the beach.
He walks closer, a charming smile on his face, and when he kisses me on the cheek, it sends tingles to my toes.
“It’s good to see you again,” he says, pulling back and standing close to me, one arm resting on the bar.
Chemistry sizzles in the air between us. I place my hand over his. “It really is,” I say, and I’ve never meant those words so much.
Conversation flows between us and soon, one drink turns into two turns into coffee and cake—but I call it a night before I get too swept up in this man who seems to be okay with taking it slow for me.
One week later, we go mini golfing at a cute retro course. When I score my first ever hole in one, he lifts me up in the air, twirls me around, and whoops like he’s never seen anyone whack a golf ball before.
On our next date, we go to a terrarium lab. As we layer rocks and ferns into little glass jars, creating our very own mini greenhouses, it feels a little like we’re building something else. Something bigger.
And more than a month after we first met, I can’t hold back any longer. He’s taken it slow for me. He’s given me the space and time I needed—but I can’t keep worrying forever. He’s not too good to be true—he is true.
And it seems like he’s mine.
I just have to take a chance on love.
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Chapter Three
Patrick
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One year later
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“You’ve been a very naughty boy, Patrick.”
I pause in adjusting my tie in the en suite mirror and smile. That voice coming from the bedroom can only mean one of two things.
Either Cara has found the gift I left out for her or she’s about to make all my dirty student/teacher fantasies come true.
I stroll into the bedroom, and I shouldn’t stare, shouldn’t still be affected by her like this, but fuck it.
I just am.
She stands by the bed in simple black lace lingerie, her gorgeous body bared for me to see. It doesn’t matter how many times I explore it with my hands, my lips, my tongue…I always want more.
Like now.
Like right motherfucking now.
I step closer and slide my hands around her waist, her smooth skin so soft, then I lean down and kiss that rosebud mouth. She sighs into the kiss, melts into my body, and I pull her closer, closer still until there’s no space between us, no gap that separates me from her—there’s just us.
Her tongue darts into my mouth. I meet it stroke for stroke, turning this kiss from a simple oh hi there into a hot and heady dream. We kiss like two people hungry for more, hungry for each other.
The softness of her hair is like a dream as I curl it around my hand, tug it slightly, and then—
Oh, shit.
I stop, pull away.
“What’s wrong?” Cara asks, two adorable little lines furrowing between her brows.
“Did I ruin your wedding hair?” I ask, checking over her shoulder to see if I’ve undone all the hairstylist’s good work. “Nope. Still looks amazing. Close one.” I wipe a bead of imaginary sweat from my brow, but I take a step back.
It’s one thing to play a prank on your best bud every now and then.
It’s another entirely to fuck with his wedding day, and I won’t delay Brooke’s walk down the aisle because I’ve ruined her maid of honor’s hairstyle.
“Thank you for protecting me,” Cara says, grinning as she takes the silky blue dress from the bed and slips it on. It effortlessly curves around her body, cinching in at the waist and draping in all the right places, and I let loose a low whistle.
“Wow,” I mutter. “You’re such a knockout.”
“Wait till you see me in a wedding dress,” Cara teases, flashing me the diamond that sparkles on her ring finger, and I grin.
“About that…” I gesture to the gift-wrapped box on the bedside table. “I believe you were about to reprimand me for misbehaving?”
She grins. “I was. You didn’t have to get me a gift.”
“That’s the beauty of gifts.” I shrug. “They’re not a have to. They’re a want to.”
She lifts the lid on the blue box and lets loose a small gasp. “Patrick,” she breathes, then lifts the necklace so it dangles in the light. It’s a slight silver chain with a small charm on it—the symbol for infinity.
“I know it’s a little corny, but…” I shrug, take the necklace from her hands, and do the clasp up at her nape. “You’re my forever, Cara. And I wanted to remind you of that.”
“Thank you,” she says, spinning in my arms to kiss me once again, this time a little softer, a little more chaste, but no less loaded with meaning. “I can’t wait to marry you and be your wife.”
“Thirty days can’t come fast enough,” I agree, holding her close.
And as we finish getting ready to watch two of the most important people in our lives getting married, I’ve never felt happier.
I might be afraid of clowns.
I might be hesitant to take major risks.
But there’s one thing I’m one hundred percent confident in, and it’s the woman holding hands with me in our hotel suite.
Cara is, and always will be, worth every risk.
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