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want me to come home with you?”  
    “Yeah.”
    I watched the thoughts fly through her brain. I knew she was dissecting my words, trying to figure out what they meant. What it meant if she said yes.  
    “Okay,” she finally relented, a small smile lifting her lips.  
    “Okay,” I repeated before brushing my thumb along her full, lower lip. I bent down and touched it with my own lips in a soft kiss. I kissed from corner to corner, rubbing her jaw line gently with my thumb before I pressed a little harder, needier, asking for more. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her body into mine, her tongue licked my bottom lip, asking for entry. I opened and our tongues worked together languidly. I reached a hand up and under her sweater and caressed the soft skin at her hip and around her waist. I teased and nipped at her lips, relishing the satin of her skin under my fingertips. She threaded both hands in my hair and urgently pulled my head closer.  
    She was saying yes. She wanted more. She moaned and writhed underneath me, like I’d been dreaming the past few months. We’d taken things slowly. We’d been hanging out for a few weeks and this was the furthest we’d gotten. I was painfully hard as I thrust my hips into her, dry humping her on the couch like a teenager.
    I groaned and sucked her lower lip between my own as I pulled away. She was going to have to work harder than this.  
    “Taking it slow, remember?” I pulled away and flashed her that lopsided grin that left her eyes hooded with lust. She narrowed her browns at me and a scowl crossed her face.  
    “Right.” She pushed herself up from couch and landed a palm on my chest, pushing me back from her. I grinned wider because she was so cute when she was angry and sexually frustrated.  
    “Your terms.” I shrugged one shoulder and settled back in the couch.  
    “Yep,” she murmured as she straightened herself out.

“I’m nervous.” Georgia bounced in the seat of my Jeep. It was two days before Thanksgiving and we were just a few short blocks from my childhood home.  
    “Don’t be. My dad’s laid back.”
    “But what if I screw up the turkey? What if he doesn’t like my pumpkin pie? So much to live up to,” she moaned next to me.  
    “Most holidays, we eat out, so this will be a monumental step up.” I clasped her knee to prevent her from shaking it.
    “Charlie's nervous too. All that panting, huh, boy?” She turned and gave my dog a scratch behind his ears and a nuzzle into the fur of his neck. He licked across her cheek and she giggled. It was the best noise I’d ever heard.  
    “His breath is about to knock me out,” I complained.  
    “Shh, he can hear, ya know.” She covered both of his ears with her hands. I rolled my eyes at her as the grin spread across my lips. So adorably fucking cute.  
    Her phone dinged with a text. She fished it out of her purse as I watched her out of the corner of my eye. A frown marred her beautiful face and she sucked her lip between her teeth. I pulled into the driveway of the small, suburban Cape Cod where I'd grown up.  
    “Everything okay?” I rubbed her thigh with my hand, hoping to ease the worry on her face.  
    Her eyes darted to mine and a bevy of emotions flicked through their brown depths. “Yeah.” She tried her best to fake a smile, but I could read right through it. “Let’s go. I can’t wait to meet your dad.” She hopped out of the car. I stood up and narrowed my eyes at her. She was definitely hiding something, but her eyes avoided mine as she shuffled through her big-ass purse for something. I let Charlie out of the backseat and made my way around the car to her.  
    I rested a hand on her lower back. “You sure everything's okay?” I dipped my head to catch her eyes with mine.  
    “Mhmm,” she hummed without meeting my eyes. I heaved a sigh and grabbed both of our bags before escorting her into the house.  

    The next morning, Georgia’s alarm went