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“No. Never.” He shakes his head. “I think he knows. He has to. The affair didn’t end.”

“I don’t get it. If he knows, why not leave her?”

“No idea. It’s toxic as fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m terrified I’ll turn out like her,” he says. I look up, my eyes widening. How can he even think that?

“Have you … have you ever cheated?” I think back to the girl in the bathroom, bragging about getting his number. Did he fuck her, too? It wouldn’t be cheating. We weren’t together. It would’ve been gross on his part, but it wouldn’t have been cheating.

“No. Never.” His words are strong, definitive. Believable.

“Well then, there you go. You aren’t your mom.” I pat his leg gently and smile. “You can’t be anyway. You’re far too much of a Golden Retriever for cheating.”

“Golden Retriever?”

“Yeah. Like you have Golden Retriever energy.” I nod like I am making perfect sense.

“What does that even mean?” He laughs, leaning forward.

“It means you have this hyper energetic, lovable, loyal vibe going on. Ivy said it’s what all the guys on the internet want to be.”

“Guys want to be compared to Golden Retrievers?”

“It’s the newest trend.” He is closer now, but he’s also smiling. Thank god. My heart couldn’t take the serious, upset expression for too much longer.

“Kids are weird.”

“Tell me about it.” I turn to him, and somehow we’ve gotten even closer. We’re inches apart now. We’ve crept so close to one another, and I didn’t even notice. “Do you think you’ll have kids one day?”

His eyes shine with something close to excitement. “I hope so. I would love to have kids.”

“Even though they’re weird?”

“Yeah, even then.” He edges closer, and I don’t pull back. “I think I’d be a cool dad. I’m fun.”

I nod gently, agreeing. “You are.”

“What about you?” he asks. His warm hand slides over my knee, and I glance at it. His fingers are spread over my thigh. It’s so large, it takes up half it.

Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.

“What about me?” I whisper.

“Do you want to have kids?”

“I don’t even know what I want for breakfast tomorrow.” This makes Flynn laugh. I sigh. “Maybe. One day.”

“One day?”

“Yeah. If I’m with the right person.” Flynn looks deep in thought, but he never takes his eyes off me.

“Who’s the right person?” he asks. I shake my head a little and shrug. “Katie …”

My breath hitches. My eyes move down to his lips, and I swallow hard.

“I think …” I lick my lips, trying to think clearly. “I think we should go to bed.”