Page 159 of Only With Me

“These are for you.” I walk through the threshold and hand her one of the bouquets.

“Oh my goodness, after everythin’ you’ve already done today.” She holds the pink roses up to her nose. “They’re breathtaking.”

“Just like you.” I wink.

“Stop it,” she says, getting all flustered.

“Are you hittin’ on my mama right in front of me?” Harlow waltz into the living room, takingmybreath away.

She’s in a gorgeous white dress with lace trim that hits her knees, a blue jacket, and cowboy boots.

“You look incredible…” I lower my gaze down her body and then press my lips to hers. Then I reveal the other bouquet from behind my back. “And these are for you.”

“Red roses…my favorite.” She grins sweetly, smelling them. “You’ve already spoiled me all day.”

I brush a piece of golden-brown hair behind her ear. “I wanted today to be extra special for you.”

“Thank you. I appreciate everything. The cupcakes were delicious!”

“They really were! “Mrs. Fanning adds, then grabs the red roses from Harlow. “I’ll put these in a vase for you.”

When we’re alone, I cup Harlow’s face and kiss her again. “Happy birthday, love.”

“Thank you. I’m finally allowed to buy alcohol. Look out, world. Me and a strawberry margarita are gonna tear it up.”

Chuckling, I take her hand and intertwine it with mine. “Are you ready to go? I have a lot for us to do tonight.”

“Yep, just gotta grab my stuff and give Mama a hug first.”

Since we made plans for her to sleepover, she packed an overnight bag. She’s stayed over a few times already but since I always have to get up early for work, she ends up waking up too.

However, tomorrow I’m going in late.

“I’ve remembered somethin’ I wanted to ask you,” she says during the drive.

“Okay?”

“When we were textin’ under the group chat, what’d you have my number saved as?”

“Um…why do you wanna know?”

“Because I was scrollin’ through my old texts and saw the contact name I had you listed under.”

I hadn’t even considered she put a name in for me.

“What was it?” I look over and ask.

“You first!”

I sigh. “You can’t get mad.”

She arches a brow. “No promises.”

“It was Poison Ivy Girl.”

Her mouth falls open and her eyes widen. “That’s horrible! Out of all the options you had, you picked that?”

“Shoulda seen what I labeled the others.” I chuckle, remembering Scrawny Perverted Asshole. “So what did you label me?”