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R yle comes up behi nd me as I’m pouring the wine and sna kes hi s

arms around my waist. “Yep . Your boyfriend .”
I ha nd hi m a glass of wine and say, “So I’m a girlfriend ?”
He ho lds up hi s glass and clinks it agains t mine. “To the end of trial
runs and the beg inni ng of sure thi ng s.”
We’re both smiling as we take a drink of our wine.
Lucy stacks the boxes toget her and walks toward the front door.

“Looks like I got out right in time, ” she says.
The door closes behi nd her and R yle raises an ey eb row. “I don’t
thi nk your roommate likes me ver y much. ”
“You’d be surprised . I didn’t thi nk she liked me, ei ther, but
yes terd ay she asked me to be a brides maid in her wed ding . I thi nk
she’s just ho ping for free flowers , tho ugh. She’s ver y opportuni stic.”
R yle laughs and lea ns agains t the ref rigera tor. His ey es fall to a

magnet tha t says “Bo ston” on it. He pulls it off the ref rigera tor and
raises an ey eb row. “You’ll nev er get out of Boston purgatory if you
keep souveni rs of Boston on your fridge like a tourist.”
I laugh and grab the magnet , slapping it back on the fridge. I like
tha t he remembers so much about the firs t ni ght we met . “It was a
gift. It onl y count s as touristy if I bought it mysel f.”

He step s over to me and takes my glass of wine from my ha nd s. He
set s both of our glasses on the count ert op, and then lea ns in and gives
me a deep , passiona te, drunk en kiss. I can taste the tart fruitines s of
the wine on hi s tong ue and I like it. His ha nd s go to the zipper on my
ones ie. “Let ’s get you out of thes e clothes .”
He pulls me toward the bedroom, kissing me whi le we both
struggle out of our clothes . By the time we make it to my bed room,

I’m down to my bra and pant ies .
He sho ves me agains t the door, and I gasp at the unex pec ted nes s
of it.
“Don’t move, ” he says. He pres ses hi s lips to my ches t, then beg ins
to kiss me slowly as he makes his way down my body.
Oh, Lo rd. Can thi s day seriously get an y better?

I run my ha nd s thro ugh hi s hair, but he grabs my wrists and pres ses
them agains t the door. He climbs back up my body, squeez ing my
wrists tight ly. He raises an ey eb row in warni ng . “I said . . . don’t move. ”