look.
No, he was eye fucking me.
“I don’t think Charlie needs to hang with us. I mean, I have seen him plenty of times. You and I need to rekindle shit, Eva. A little alone time sounds good, right?”
I found myself nodding.
And then I was thinking about the past again.
When he used to come over to hang out with Charlie, they would stay in the garage, working on Charlie’s car, drinking beer when our dad wasn’t watching, and talking about “pussy.” Ten years older than me, I was the stereotypical annoying sister, but as the years passed, my attraction for Dex grew.
It was that age-old trope about the younger woman wanting her older brother’s friend.
Yet, I never got the guy.
Now I was hitting twenty-nine, wasn’t married, and had no kids; I was in a damn rut.
The truth was there were plenty of times I’d gone for runs in town, or just gone shopping and I’d see families, mothers with their children, newborns crying, babies giggling, and ache to have that in my life.
I was twenty-nine years old, for God’s sake, and not getting any younger. My biological clock was ticking, and I wanted to be a mother.
But I didn’t want to get knocked up just for the sake of being a mother, and certainly not by some guy I’d just met.
“You want to hang with me, Eva, spend some time together?” His voice was low, coaxing even. “How about I hear you say it?” The rough timbre had this shiver skating up my spine.
No, there was one person I’d always wanted—secretly loved, too—but I knew being anything with Dex was never going to happen.
I knew damn well I was never going to be his. I would never have gorgeous babies with him … and damn, would his babies be beautiful.
I tried to clear my thoughts, but yeah, it was no use, especially not when he was right in front of me.
I thought about how Dex acted all interested in me. As much as I wanted to play it cool and act like it didn’t affect me … it sure as hell did.
“Yes, I want to spend some time with you.” There, I said it. It felt good to admit it, actually.
“Good. That’s real good, Eva.” He grinned again. “I’ll be waiting for you outside when you get off.”
I felt my cheeks heat as I thought of all kinds of dirty things when he said “Get off.”
For some reason, this felt like I was playing with fire, but hell, I didn’t mind getting burned.
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