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The better question was: could I endure ninety days knowing it was coming to an end?

On the one hand, I could agree to being theirs and have the best summer of my life.

On the other, I could keep existing as I was and never know what could have been.

So what if they only wanted three months? Wasn’t it better to experience something great briefly than not at all?

Because I had a feeling it would be great. There was no doubt in my mind actually. The way Sincere and Lorenzo catered to each other let me know I would be well taken care of. Didn’t I deserve that too? At least for a little while?

It’d been so long since I’d opened myself up to the possibility of dating anyone that I didn’t know how to do it anymore.

The two years I traveled and danced on the road, I’d stayed single because life was easier that way. I didn’t have to consider anybody’s feelings when I dropped off the map for days or think about how they’d feel about me dancing for a room full of strangers every other night. It kept life simple, but lonely as hell.

And now I could dip my toe back into the dating pool with two of the finest men I’d ever seen. Maybe that would be enoughto revive my desire to make it work with someone else in the future.

My phone buzzed and I smiled when I saw Sincere’s name.

He’d saved his number for me before I left, making me promise to call him for anything I needed. I mostly suspected it was so he could have a way to contact me if I ghosted them.

Tapping the message notification, I read his text.

Sin:

You left your book here. Does that mean you’re coming back to get it?

He sent a picture of himself laying on one pillow in the guest room with the paperback forNobody to Love You Betteron the one beside him.

Me:

What are you doing? Do you always nap in that room?

Sin:

Before today? No. But now I’m going to. The sheets still smell like you.

Three texts in and my cheeks were already hurting from the goofy ass grin stretching my face. This man was dangerous.

Sin:

I can’t wait to see you again. And selfishly, I hope that’s tonight.

Me:

*upside down smiling face emoji*

Sincere laughed at my message and then the gray bubbles appeared.

Sin:

I can’t stop thinking about the way your face looked after I made you come.

I’ve never seen a woman look that sexy because of something I did.

I need to do it again

Heat rose to my cheeks. He wasn’t playing fair. My fingers flew to my neck recalling the way his lips had felt there, and my throat worked in a swallow as my eyes became unfocused. I needed to get out of here. Grabbing up my purse, I tossed my phone inside and speed-walked to the front of the library, through the vestibule and out to my van. I wasn’t going back to Sincere’s house, I just needed some privacy before I did something embarrassing in public.

But as I drove away from my parking spot, I wondered how long it would be before I showed up on his doorstep.