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plotting against me. Damn conspirators .
    Swallowing hard past the lump in my throat, I say the words before I chicken out. “I change my mind,” I whisper.
    Connor’s eyes widen, and in a flash I’m scooped up in his arms. But instead of walking down the hall toward where I imagine the bedroom would be, he walks into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, Connor settles me on his lap. I straddle his hips and bring my hands to the front of his shirt.
    “This isn’t the bedroom,” I state, leaning forward to place a kiss on his plump lips.
    Connor allows me to have my way with his mouth, and when I finally pull back to take a breath, he chuckles. “If I would’ve known it’d only take a blow job to get you to change your mind, then I would’ve obliged at the tattoo shop.”
    I slap playfully at his arm. “The blow job had nothing to do with it.” The answering machine kicks on for the second time and I smile before continuing. “It was all you and that damn smile,” I say, kissing him again because, well…I can.
    “Connor, the tattoo artist…” Gasping, I slap a hand over my mouth as my sister’s voice fills the room. “Brittany isn’t answering her phone, or her texts, and I am not happy about it. Did you know your buddy Todd is an asshole? Because he is. He wouldn’t give me your damn number. Do you know what I had to do to get him to give me your number?” she asks.
    “Who’s Todd?” I whisper, lowering my hand.
    “He owns the bar we were at earlier,” Connor answers as Casey continues with her tirade.
    “I had to flash him,” Casey scoffs. “Can you believe that? The little shit wouldn’t give me your damn number until I agreed to flash him. Unbelievable. Anyway,” she says with a yawn, as if flashing Todd was no big deal. “Brit, if you’re there, I really need you to come home. I locked myself out of the house—” The answering machine beeps, cutting Casey off mid-sentence. Scooting off Connor’s lap, I grab my phone from the entryway table and shoot her a quick text.
    Me: Be there in one minute.
    “I’m so sorry,” I say, straightening my clothes. “But I’ve gotta go.”
    Connor stands up, buttons his pants, and smooths out his rumpled shirt. “I’ll take you home,” he says, grabbing his keys from the hook next to the door.
    As much as I hate to leave, this next part should be fun. “You don’t have to take me home, I can walk. It’s not far.”
    “Hell no,” he says, shaking his head. “It’s after midnight. No way am I letting you walk home.”
    “It’s really not necess—”
    Connor’s big blue eyes fill with uncertainty. “Did you change your mind?” he asks, cutting me off.
    “No,” I breathe, shaking my head. “Did you change your mind?” I’m hoping he’ll say no, because I wouldn’t bend my rules for just anyone and I really, really like him.
    Connor takes a step toward me, wraps me in his arms, and pulls me in close until we’re nose to nose. “Not even close. Tonight was…”
    “Tonight was what?” I ask.
    Connor kisses me softly once…twice…and then a third time before pulling back. He licks his lips and runs the back of his fingers along my cheek. “You taste amazing.”
    “Tonight was what?” I ask again. I want to know what he’s thinking, and I need to hear the words.
    “It was fucking incredible.” Warm hands cup my cheeks. “I want to do it again. A lot .”
    I bust up laughing. “You want a lot more blow jobs?”
    “No…well, yes.” He starts laughing, too. “I want more of you. I want to get to know you. Let me take you out on a real date.”
    “An official first date, huh? Where would you take me?”
    “Is that a yes?”
    “Yes,” I answer. Just knowing I’m going to get to spend more time with Connor causes my chest to fill with warmth.
    “I was thinking maybe—”
    My phone beeps with an incoming text, cutting Connor off. “Shit,” I hiss. “I bet that’s Casey.”
    Connor releases his hold and I