Page 145 of Revenge Puck

Having kids, the same way my sister did.

Jesus Christ, Aaron—get a fucking grip.

You are not buying a house with Juliette Kennedy.

But you could…

I don’t daydream like this. I don’t daydream atall, or let my mind run ahead to white picket fences and long-term anything. I live in seasons.

Contracts.

Games.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Like what?” I smile, wanting to touch her.

“Like this.” Juliette pulls a face, crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue.

Cute.

Very cute.

I roll my eyes. “That is not what I look like.”

She smiles at me, blonde halo framing her face. “What’s on your mind right now? I know that’s a cringey question but it feels like the right time to ask.”

“I’m thinking.”

Her voice hums. “About?”

I hesitate.Do I tell her I mentally bought her a fucking house with a swing set so our imaginary golden retriever could run around the backyard?

Probably not.

Her gaze searches mine. “You think I’m complicated?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I think the situation is.”

“And if it wasn’t?” she presses.

If it wasn’t…

“I’d probably be moving a lot faster with you,” I admit.

Her mouth forms a pert littleO. “Faster than having sex with me every time we’re in the same room?”

My brows shoot up into my hairline. She’s not wrong; I can’t keep my hands off her. She smells good, she tastes sweet, I love everything about her.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Faster as in…” I pause to gather my thoughts. “I’d be making plans three weeks out with you, not texting you at five o’clock to see what you’re doing at seven.”

We both go quiet.

“Is this because of the no fraternizing policy at work?” she asks so softly, it’s barely a whisper. “Because if it is, I’m not quite sure what to do about it either.”

HR?