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First published January 27, 2022
"Somebody is a person you found. Someone is a person fate picked out for you."
I buried my face in the curve of his neck. "It's still me. I'm right here. I swear."
"I know. It's just going to take a while for it to really sink in. For me to believe it's real."
"Well, I'm here for as long as it takes."
He stroked the back of my hair. "That might be forever."
"Okay. I kinda like it here."
He let out a low hum. "You think I'm kidding."
"I hope you're not."
‘No nightmares. No crying in her sleep. No insomnia. Just even breaths, her head on my shoulder, and her body wound around mine so tightly it was like a second skin.
But that was the past.
The unreachable, insurmountable past.’
"Front or back, Remi?" he asked.
Confused, I answered, "I-I’ve never done that, but if you’re—"
A wicked chuckle rumbled through the cab. "I mean, how does your dress open? Buttons in the front or zipper in the back?"
"Oh. The zipper."
"Okay. But I like where your head is at, Ms. Grey. Not tonight though. I need something more rough right now, and I’ll want to take my time with that."
I’d texted Bowen every morning when I woke up. He’d laughed because five of those times he’d been lying in the bed beside me. I’d also texted him before showing houses, after showing houses, and during lunch, and again, two of those times he had been sitting across the table from me.
"You know I haven’t had car sex since—"
"Ever," he finished. "My cock is still inside you, babe. The answer is you haven’t had car sex ever."
"You have got to stop seducing me," I rasped.
"You’re right. I never should have asked you to pass the shampoo. How very thoughtless and manipulative of me."
"All right," she said from an alarmingly close proximity.
I swung my head to the side and found her sitting next to me. Like, right fucking next to me, her soft floral scent filling my senses.
"You’re gonna play the strong, silent type. Don’t worry. I like it." She smiled. Bright. White. Life-altering.
Fuck me, she was even more beautiful up close.
"Are you waiting on someone?" she asked. "Friend? Wife? Girlfriend?" She paused and slanted her head. "Boyfriend?"
My gaze dipped to her lips. "None of the above. But I thought you were expecting someone."
"Well, I was. Then I realized he would rather eye-fuck me in the mirror than come over and start a conversation."
Busted. And I couldn’t even be mad about it.
My life has been a maze of tragedy for the last year or so … I’m standing in that maze, still searching for a way out.
“How do you know you’re ready to move on? From her.”
My hands stilled and the muscles in my back strained. Son of a bitch. After such a good night, this was about to fucking suck. “I don’t.”
It was her turn to stiffen, but her fingers wandered up my forearms to my biceps. “Thank you for being honest.”
My gut wrenched. “What I do know is that today, tonight, has been incredible. You have been incredible, and I’ve loved every minute of being here with you. You deserve a better answer than what I just gave you. But if you’re willing to give me a little time, I’m going to work so damn hard to get my head straight and figure it out.”
It was a fresh start. The beginning. The end. Everything all rolled into one.
And fuck me, fucking fuck me, I had never been so damn excited about something in my entire life.
Curling my hand around the side of her face, I brushed her jaw with the pad of my thumb. “I want to explore things with you. And I mean more than just that sexy body of yours. Remi, baby, if this is just the start, imagine how good it could get.” I smirked and then nipped at her bottom lip. “It’s not too fast. It’s about fucking time.”
“There’s a huge difference between somebody and someone. From the moment we met, I knew you, my beautiful, crazy woman, were definitely someone. And if there is even a fraction of a chance that you think I’m a someone too, then yeah, it’s exactly that easy.”
“There are two types of people in the world, Remi. There are a million somebodies on this planet. But there’s a huge difference between somebody and someone. From the moment we met, I knew you, my beautiful, crazy woman, were definitely someone."
Bowen Michaels, although an interesting character, wasn’t interested in me.
Or so I’d thought.
A glass of white wine landed on the bar in front of me and a bottle of water slid in front of Margret.
“From the gentleman who just left,” the bartender said.
I bit my bottom lip and looked over my shoulder, but Bowen was long gone. Okay, maybe that hadn’t been a strike after all. Maybe the game hadn’t even started yet.