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hope this isn’t too forward of me but—I just haven’t been able to get you out of my head the past couple of weeks.” His voice is low and smooth and his words wash over me, leaving behind a glow.
    “As much as it pains me to admit this, I know what you mean.”
    “It’s sort of foreign to me to care whether I see a woman again. The truth is you were right. I am known as a sort of playboy, but it’s because I have never met anyone interesting enough to catch my attention for more than a minute. There is just something about you. You’re obviously beautiful, but that isn’t it. I don’t think it was the kiss either. Although, the kiss alone was enough to ruin me for life.”
    I feel the gentle flutter of wings inside of my stomach. “It was some kiss,” I say biting my lip in, an attempt to hide the smile I’m trying to choke down.
    For the briefest moment, we stare into each other’s eyes like a couple of lovesick teenagers, smiling sweetly. It’s so sweet I can’t take it. I pull my gaze from his. “What’s your family like, Grant?” I attempt casual conversation.
    He noticeably flinches. “You sure know how to kill a moment, don’t you?” he teases. “I guess they’re like any other family—loving for the most part, but with just enough dysfunction to make the holidays interesting.” 
    I can’t help but laugh at him. “Yeah, I have a little of that myself. How many siblings do you have?”
    “Just one, a younger sister, Sara. One girl, one boy. The million dollar family as my mom calls it. Literally in our case.” He chuckles but seems like he is actually uncomfortable. I think being rich actually makes him uneasy. This intrigues me because, from what I know of his family, he should be used to it having had money his entire life.
    “Are you and your sister close?”
    “We get along when we’re together, sure. I don’t know if I would say we are close though. Sara is only twenty, so we are at different places in our lives. She’s innocent and naïve. I try to guide her, which only pisses her off because she is very headstrong. I’m struggling to let her learn on her own that not everyone is genuine.” He looks thoughtful for a moment. “What about you? What does the Silver household look like?”
    “Normal, I suppose.” He seems unconvinced. “I have an older sister, Megan, whom I never see. She got the hell out of dodge as soon as she turned eighteen. My parents and I get along now that I don’t live with them, but we aren’t very close. Mostly we just see each other at holidays and such.” Instead of elaborating any further, since I hate to talk about my family, I opt for a subject change. “What is your favorite position...” I ask as he pauses half way to taking a sip from his cup and looks at me with a sparkle of mischief twinkling in his eye, “...to read in?” I finish with a tinge of my own mischief surely showing in my own features.
    He smiles a broad smile and then puts his hand to his chin as if to think about it. “Well, I mostly read the sports section of the newspaper, so I would have to say relaxed in my recliner. What about you?”
    “Definitely snuggled in bed with my tablet.”
    “Sounds… cozy.” He smirks. “Favorite sexual position?”
    He’s expecting to shock me. I pull on my expert poker face and calmly respond. “Well, Mr. Kennedy, how would I know with being a virgin and all?”
    He lets out a little, uncomfortable chuckle again. He’s trying to gauge whether I’m joking or being sincere. Finally, I let my face fall into a smile. “I’m teasing, although as far as you’re concerned, I am a virgin.” I knock his knee with my own. “What about you? Favorite position?”
    Without even thinking about it, he responds. “It’s a tossup, either face-deep or reversed cowgirl.” He doesn’t elaborate, forcing me to ask.
    “Face deep?”
    He leans in slightly. Somehow, I don’t think he does this so that no one hears him, but rather for