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thoughtfully, looking back and forth at each one, and then plucks the cookie from my right hand. “I’ll have you know that I’m a master at picking the good fortunes.”
    “We’ll see about that,” I counter playfully, cracking the golden cookie in half to reveal the tiny slip of paper waiting inside. “Mine says, ‘If cookie unbroken, you will have good luck.’ Well, they played me, I guess.”
    There’s a mischievous glint in her eye when she holds her paper up to read it. “If you read this fortune aloud, a brown eyed doctor will kiss you tonight.”
    “Really?” I almost . . . almost lose my composure, but I recover quickly. “Well, it’s twenty minutes past midnight, so it’s technically morning now. I sure hope your date tonight doesn’t have blue eyes, or that might get awkward.”
    “Don’t be dense, Dalton.” She scoots over closer, facing me.
    Since she’s so worried about getting closer to me, I’m able to snatch the slip of paper held between her fingers. “Aha! Got it. Let’s see what it really says. ‘A thrilling time is in your immediate future.’” I look at her, my eyes feeling like they’re going to pop out of my head.
    “I wasn’t kidding when I said that I get the best fortunes.” She’s so close I can feel her breath tickling my neck.
    Oh, hell. I’m tired of trying to be the good guy tonight. If the girl wants kissed, if the girl wants a “thrilling” time, I’m more than capable of making sure she gets exactly what she wants.
    I snake one hand around her back to drag her in even closer, while my other hand cups her cheek. “You definitely get the best fortunes. Now let’s see if they actually come true.”
    Before I can lean all the way in to brush my lips against hers, she meets me halfway in an urgent, lip-bruising kiss. Both of her hands immediately fist into my hair, giving it just a little tug, all while she stands on her knees and throws one leg over my lap.
    I was going for the sweet first kiss kind of thing, but she’s clearly way ahead of me. Waaaaay ahead. The only option I have is to either put on the brakes or catch up.
    Pssh…like there’s even a question.
    Since Kyler is now in my lap, I reach around, grabbing and pulling her all the way up until our stomachs are touching. A soft, muffled groan escaping her throat tells me she feels exactly what’s beneath her.
    Her tongue is frantic in my mouth, searching and exploring for everything and nothing at all. And her hands want to join in the crusade. She slips one hand down the back of my shirt to massage along the length of my spine, while the other hand finds its way up my sleeve to grip my shoulder. And just as I’m sliding my hand underneath her shirt, she pulls back from me.
    Kyler’s eyes are wild and boring into me with unrivaled intensity. “This isn’t moving too fast for you, is it?”
    “Pretty sure that’s a guy’s line, sweetheart.”
    She quirks up one side of her mouth. “Usually, but I’m the one who kinda jumped you. I had good intentions when you asked me to come over here. I really did. But I keep picturing you without a shirt on, and it’s all I can think about. My memory seems to be failing me, though. Mind if I get another look?”
    I lean forward and grab the back of my collar, tugging upward until the shirt is flying across the room, all while I try to stifle a yawn. “Better?”
    “Much.” She shoves me back to a half-reclined position and runs her fingers over my chest and stomach, leaning down every few minutes to nip at my collarbone or kiss along my stomach.
    I wasn’t exactly expecting our date to go this far tonight, but I didn’t necessarily oppose it either. Any other time, I probably would’ve tried to slow her down. I’ve had my share of one-night stands, but part of being a mature, responsible adult also means putting a little maturity and responsibility into your love life and sex life. I typically like to go on a few dates first. But I’m a man,