Page 17 of Restrain Me

“That’s not a real date, Bailey.”

The sound of my name on his lips in this intimate setting gives me butterflies. “No, but I don’t need anything fancy.”

“You might not need it,” Grant says, pausing his eating so he can face me. “But you deserve it.”

Any words I might have said die in my throat.

A week ago, I was hesitant to create a profile on a dating app, and now I’m sitting here, freshly showered, enjoying pizza in bed, after having the best sex of my life.

Desire might be my favorite app to ever exist.

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