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unbelievably gorgeous Mike Haines, who was hot when he was seventeen but who was astronomically, amazingly, super hot gorgeous now, my sister’s ex-boyfriend and it was by far and away the best sex I’d had in my life.
    And my brother had never died so I couldn’t know unless we had sex again, and Jesus, God, please, I pray, let it happen again, but it wasn’t about emotional trauma.
    It was just that Mike was astronomically, amazingly good in bed.
    Okay, shit. Okay, shit!
    Right, I should probably not pray to God to give me great sex but, seriously, He created Mike and gave him his abilities, He had to know a woman would want more.
    But now what did I do?
    I drew in a breath and felt Mike’s fingers drifting on my shoulder. His touch was light. It was also sweet. And I liked it a whole lot. But it was messing with my ability to concentrate.
    Further messing with it was that I had my head in the middle of his chest, my arm thrown around his flat abs and my leg tangled in his. After we were done, Mike put us in bed and pulled the sheets up to our waists.
    I stared down his chest to his abs trying to think. Then my thoughts about what to do next drifted away with Mike’s sweet touch as I stared at his abs and I found a more pertinent thought to think of.
    This being if it was possible that his abs were another divine miracle. I mean, at his age, how did he have a six-pack?
    I shook this thought from my brain and, doing what I’d done my whole life, I decided to wing it.
    So I turned, shifted slightly up him, my naked torso pressed to his and I got face-to-face.
    “Okay,” I started to lay it out. “My brother just died and since I bawled in your arms, you know I’m upset. My sister is a bitch and she’s pissed me off and since I blurted that shit out to you, you know I’m upset about that too. And, the gig with this is, straight up, I needed something to take my mind off all that shit. And you’re gorgeous. And you’re Mike. And you showed up out-of-the-blue at my hotel room and set me off. And I had a crush on you when I was a kid. But, babe, seriously, about two seconds into your kiss, it wasn’t about that. It didn’t have anything to do with that. I swear to God, I’m not lying and I need you to know it.”
    After laying it out, I shut up. And when I did his dark brown eyes blinked and they did this slow.
    Shit. Even that was hot.
    And I’d always loved his eyes.
    No. That wasn’t right.
    I’d always loved everything about Mike Haines. His thick dark blond hair. His tall, lean frame. His easy smile. The way he teased which was never mean and always sweet. The way, when he was looking at you, he made you feel like the rest of the world had melted away and you were the only person he could see.
    Everything.
    I watched him grin even slower and he muttered, “Don’t beat around the bush, darlin’.”
    I grinned back as the pressure around my heart released.
    Then it built up again when I did what I’d done my whole life, made a decision and didn’t hesitate before I took a chance.
    “Since you just gave me three mind-boggling orgasms, payback doesn’t exactly scream ‘Reggie’s Pizza’, but it’s a start. I’ll pay if you stay and they deliver.”
    I wanted him to say yes. I wanted it more than I wanted to be three years older when he was dating my sister so he could, instead, date me. I wanted it more than anything I’d wanted in a long time.
    Years.
    Maybe decades.
    And the pressure released when he gave it to me by saying, “Works for me.”
    I smiled straight out this time and his arm around my shoulders gave me a squeeze as his other arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me further on top of him.
    “Coupla things though,” he muttered.
    “Sock ‘em to me,” I muttered back and his lips twitched.
    Then he said, “Reggie’s boy Toby does the delivering but it’s rare. We’ll order, I’ll go get it.”
    That was a bummer because I didn’t want him to leave that bed or my sight but