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“What you learned about me today,” True clarified, leaving the books behind and coming to straddle my lap.

“Why would it be too much?”

“You left because I had a night terror.” She shrugged. “And maybe it’s because things got too real for you.”

“That’s not entirely true.”

She dropped her head to the side and studied me. “But it is partially true?”

“Yea,” I admitted, guilt coloring my words. “And I’m sorry. I panicked. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want this.”

True tried to shrug again, but this time it didn’t come off casual. “You’re a verytogetherperson,Greyson. Nothing seems to get under your skin. That’s not who I am.”

“That’s not who I want you to be.” I pulled her face closer to mine. “And you get under my skin, Red. Every fucking day. And I like it.”

She didn’t look convinced. “Hmm. Maybe I can sleep in my own bed and we can keep this casual. We don’t have?—”

“Finish that sentence, Red. I dare you.”

“Or what?” A mischievous twitch of her lips told me she knew exactly what she was doing asking me that, and my hands dug into her hips harder, making her stationary in my lap. My dick came to life like it did every time she was near. Whenshe realized she couldn’t move, her tongue darted over her lips before her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

“Or I’ll fuck that doubt out of you and give your mouth something to do besides test me.”

This woman fucking grinned at me. “You’re right…Idoget under your skin.”

Pulling in a breath, I grabbed her face, locking us in a stare that warmed me from the inside out.

“Kids?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want kids?”

“I understood the question, Grey.” Her brown eyes rolled. “But why are you asking me now?”

“Because I want to know everything about you. Seemed like a good time.” I shifted my hips, pushing my erection against her. Those pretty brown eyes rolled for a different reason this time.

“One day,” she said on a sharp breath. “I’m not in a rush.”

“You’d make a great mom,” I told her, moving my mouth over hers in a slow kiss.

“Hmm,” True hummed against my lips, pulling back. “Why don’t you like eating at restaurants?”

“Got food poisoning once in eighth grade, never wanted anything but home-cooked food after that.”

“That makes so much sense,” she said on a quiet laugh.

“Why do you use a pen name?”

Roxanne Sapphireherself giggled at the question but pursed her lips to answer. “It’s silly. Before I knew I wanted to stick with it, I chose a name so I could fail quietly if I wasn’t successful.” She shook her head. “And that pen name has made the past year a whole lot easier. I can fade in and out whenever I want because nobody knows my real name.”

“And you like that?”

“I like that I control it,” she answered evenly.

“Control is important to you?”

“In some areas. Other times, I like it when other people are in control.”