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teasing at the corners of my mouth. Could he be any sweeter?

I tucked the note against my chest for a moment, my heart melting for him. Was it insane that I was falling for a guy I’d only met the night before? Maybe, but I realized I didn’t care if I was crazy or not. I liked Max, and with the way he made my heart so dang happy, I knew I could fall in love with him all too easily.

That should scare me, but fear was the last thing he made me feel.

Folding the piece of paper, I tucked it under my pillow and then got out of bed. I used the bathroom and saw that Max had left an extra toothbrush on the sink for me. I unwrapped it and placed it beside his in the holder. The sight made my heart constrict with a shot of pure happiness, and I practically skipped into the kitchen.

I made coffee and then a slice of toast. If Max was coming back for lunch, I wanted to eat with him, but my stomach was already vibrating with grumbles, demanding some kind of peace offering to hold it over until he returned.

After eating and savoring a cup of coffee, I cleaned up the kitchen and then went to take another shower. I’d had to wash my hair three times the night before just to feel clean, but I still washed it again. I needed to shave, but I didn’t want to ruin Max’s razor. Maybe I could find a job so I could buy a few personal items.

My period was due, and I’d run out of the hygiene products Marta had given me. I’d stocked up some at the shelters I’d stayed in back in Oakland, but those hadn’t lasted long either. Deciding I’d worry about that when the time came, I finished washing my body and then stepped out of the stall.

As I was wrapping the towel around myself, the bathroom door opened. My gaze locked with Max’s, and his nostrils flared. Hungrily, his metallic eyes caressed my body, his eyes tracing droplets of water as they dripped down my neck and were absorbed by the thick towel.

He tipped his head back for a moment, and I quickly made sure the towel was in place before he lowered his gaze back to mine. “Hi,” he greeted with a smile. “Did you miss me?”

I nodded, my own eyes eating up the sight of him. He was wearing dark-wash jeans again, but instead of the leather vest—or cut as he’d explained to me the night before—and white T-shirt, he was wearing a black industrial-style button-up. The sleeves were tight over his upper arms and molded to his thick chest. I was so entranced by the sight of him, I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed that I stood there with hairy legs.

“Good,” he signed. “You finish up in here, and I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

I nodded again, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He seemed to have the same problem, because he stood there for another minute before cupping the side of my face. I leaned into his touch, savoring the feel of his rough palm against my softer flesh.

“I need to feed you,” I read his lips. “But first, I need to taste you.”

I tilted my head back, silently giving him permission to kiss me all he wanted. He grabbed hold of my waist with his other hand, jerking me against him before cupping one of my hips. His thick fingers squeezed my bottom, and I felt my moan of pleasure vibrate in my chest. Slowly, I watched as his head lowered.

The kiss started off gentle, as if he were afraid of scaring me. But when my lips slightly parted, shyly offering him access, it changed. His fingers squeezed my hip, massaging it as his tongue stabbed in and out of my mouth, playing with my own.

When he finally lifted his head, we were both breathing hard and my mouth tingled. Touching my finger to it, I tried to press the feeling deeper, wanting it to linger, but he caught my hand and pulled it away. Dropping a softer yet quick kiss on my lips, he stepped back. “I need you to hurry and get dressed, little treasure,” he signed, his movements urgent. “Before I do something that might mess this up.”

Before I could assure him he wouldn’t mess anything up, he turned and closed the door as he left.

4

Max

As soon as she walked into the kitchen, I wanted to grab her and spread her across the island. Maybe eating Delaney for lunch would help me focus on work instead of just lying beneath the car I was supposed to be fixing, thinking about how much I missed her.

It seemed ridiculous to miss her when she was so close, but I fucking did. Badly. That pressure in my chest had only gotten worse and worse as the morning had gone on and I couldn’t see or touch her. As soon as it was noon, I’d called to my dad that I was going to grab something to eat, and I’d hauled ass up the side steps to my apartment. Luckily, he’d been on his way home himself to eat with Mom, or he probably would have stopped me.

And I honestly didn’t know what I would have done if he or anyone else had delayed me from seeing my little treasure.

She was wearing another one of my T-shirts and a pair of my old sweats. They swallowed her whole, making her look even smaller than she was, and I fucking loved it. Her hands landed on the island where I was finishing up with our sandwiches, and I glanced down, spotting her injured finger.

Dropping the butter knife into the mayo jar, I turned and washed my hands before grabbing the first aid box off the top of the fridge. I’d forgotten about the wound on her finger, and it pissed

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