Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I feel bad that I questioned him since he’s been so good to me from the moment he stepped into my life. It might be terrible, but I’m happy he didn't remember going out on those other dates. I could see from the confusion on his face that he truly didn't recall any of them. The girls actually found it kind of adorable according to the texts they’ve sent throughout the day. Who doesn't want a man who can’t remember another woman besides you?
“Buttercup.” I turn at the sound of Dash’s voice and see him dressed in a suit and leaning up against his car.
“I forgot I didn't drive.” I make my way toward him and as soon as I’m within reach, he wraps me up in his arms and kisses me.
“I never forget when it comes to you.” His voice is deep and so damn sexy it makes my body tingle.
“Good, because you make me forget everything.” I drop another quick kiss on his mouth, knowing we’re in the school parking lot. All the kids have cleared out, but some teachers still linger. Some of them love gossip and I don't want to be next week's topic of discussion. “Can we stop by my place? I need to pack my bag.”
“I think we can do that.” He slides me down his body until my feet hit the ground. I always forget how tall he is until I’m pressed up against him.
He opens the door for me and I scoot over so he can slide in next to me. He grabs my hand, tangling our fingers together, and I sigh in contentment.
“I missed you,” I say, resting my head on his shoulder. How can I know him for such a short time and already miss him so much when we’re not together?
“Missed you too.” I turn my head and tilt it up, wanting another kiss. His hand slips into my hair and he gives me exactly what I want. I could get used to being picked up like this every day. He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. “Tell me about your day.”
“It was long but fun. The boys and girls are usually a little rambunctious on Fridays.” I ramble on about what we did and he hangs on to my every word.
“You really love kids, don’t you?” He smiles as he says it.
“I do. I can’t wait to one day have my own.”
“We’ll have our own,” he corrects me, and my heart flutters.
“How many do you want?”
“I never thought much past having only one. But now?” He kisses me again and it's filled with the promise of many.
We pull up to my place a moment later, and as much as I don’t want to stop kissing Dash, talking about babies has me ready to get to his place as soon as possible. I’m ready to be truly alone with him.
He helps me out of the car and walks me up to my place. “Are your friends going to jump me when I walk in?”
“Now’s your chance to run,” I tease as I open the door.
“I’ll take a beating if it means you’re still coming home with me.”
“I doubt anyone is home,” I laugh as Dash follows me in. Grumpy lets out a loud meow and I see him sitting there staring at me. “Sorry, Grumpster.” I walk over and pet his little head. “I mean, Mr. Grumpy is here.”
“Is he yours?” Dash scratches him behind his ear.
“No, he’s Blair’s. I thought about getting my own kitten, but Grumpy isn't the nicest to other animals.”
“Territorial. I can understand that. He wants to be the only cat to get anyone’s attention.”
“Maybe so.” I smile at Dash and he shrugs. “I’m gonna pack my bag. I’ll be right back.”
“No way, I’m coming with you.” He follows me down the hallway. “I want to see where you sleep.”
I try and remember if I picked up before I left this morning. I doubt it because I rushed out of my bedroom this morning to see what the commotion was.
“It might not be super clean,” I say, and Dash wraps his arm around my waist from behind me.
“Are you worried you might have left your panties on the floor?” He kisses my neck as we go into my room. I laugh when he walks in past me and falls back onto the bed, making himself right at home. “It smells like you.”
He puts his hands behind his head and I’m grateful the space is somewhat clean.
“And what do I smell like?” I ask as I go in my closet and grab my bag. Dash looks way too good on my bed and I have the urge to fall on top of him. But then we’d never get out of here.
“Lavender and sunshine.” I was sure he was going to say Play-Doh.