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This might be the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me.

It seems simple and small—but the gesture is great.

I could have suffered through aching feet just fine after the gala, but I don’t have to because Bodhi thought of me.

He thought of my comfort and packed me a girl bag to show for it.

My heart is bursting at the seams, waving a white flag to our tense history and saying fuck it.

I’d like to have him and be happy now.

But there is one thing I somehow keep forgetting about, even after the hot and intense kiss Bodhi and I shared—Crew.

He doesn’t deserve this.

Although I’m not cheating, given we never made anything official between us, it was obvious we were seeing each other.

I owe him a conversation, and I’m already dreading it.

Since most of the group we came here with left in the limo a while ago, Bodhi called us an Uber home.

I can’t stop staring at my feet. He even picked out my silly socks with baseballs all over them. The gesture is adorable, and I wonder when he had the time to do this.

“Did you pick this out on your own?” I motion at my outfit.

The difference between us now is obvious. Bodhi is still in his frosting-covered suit, looking like he got caught in a bakery crossfire.

Adorable.

He nods. “I did. It helped that Penelope was here to distract you.”

How in the hell did I not notice? Bodhi packed my favorite lavender sweatpant set, baseball socks, slippers, makeup remover wipes, a claw clip, and deodorant.

“I’m impressed, catcher. You know me well.”

He grins, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on my forehead and humming at a low volume, “Mhm, it feels good to do that without talking myself out of it.”

Bodhi’s large hand finds my thigh and he looks at me comically. “I’d put my arm around you but…you know, frosting. I’m pretty sure it’s up my nose at this point.”

I can’t contain my giggle.

He continues to surprise me.

“Hey, Bodhi?”

“Yeah, baby?”

I look at him. “I have a question.”

He chuckles and rubs small circles on the top of my thigh. “I hopefully have an answer.”

“Do you like me?”

I see him gulp. “You know I do,” he says without hesitation.

“Good, because I’m tired of fighting with you.”

Exhausted, actually.

Not caring about the frosting, Bodhi pulls me into him and nuzzles his face into my neck. “Thank fuck for that.” He kisses my neck, and the scruff of his beard sends tingles across my body. “I know I owe you an explanation for Fiji. Trust me, I know. But can we please just have each other tonight? I want to bury myself in your scent and hold you close for tonight. Then tomorrow, we talk. I’ll tell you everything.”

“I’d like that, B,” I say wholeheartedly.

I do the unexpected, bring my finger to the side of his cheek, and swipe at the icing smearing down his neck. I feel his body shiver through me and I find myself transfixed as his eyes heat, watching as I suck the icing off my finger.

Mhm. “Why don’t we start now?” I ask him, licking my finger clean.

Bodhi groans, “Fuck, baby,” before tapping the driver’s seat in front of us. “I’ll tip you five hundred bucks if you can get us there in less than five.”

Our driver takes off faster than he should, but all I can think about is getting Bodhi’s hands on my body and his cock in my mouth.

We’ve been patient enough.

Let the dirty fucking begin.