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He gave me a look.

“Why’d he do this to you? Treat you like that? Take all your things when he left?” He pushed. “You’re not telling me everything.”

I bit my lip, wondering if I should tell him the next part.

“I wanted to get married, to have kids,” I finally explained. “Lots of them. I’m already pushing thirty. He just seemed like my safest bet to get that.”

Something flashed in his eyes so fast that I couldn’t read it before it was gone, but it definitely had me intrigued.

“My cock’s considered large. And on a scale of large cocks, it’s on the larger side,” he changed the subject.

My eyes flicked to his lap again, but the blanket was still in the way.

His chuckle brought my eyes back to his.

“I’m sorry,” I said honestly. “But you can’t just say something like that and not expect me to look.”

His smile had flutters erupting in my belly.

“I’ll have to remember that for next time,” he said. “I win.”

I looked down at the cards between us, all of which were now on Drew’s side of the invisible line, and I cursed.

“Cheater.”

He shrugged. “I’m older and know more tricks. Cheating in cards is relative. It’s more like knowing all the ways to play the game.”

Chapter 8

Why bother spraying Febreeze after you shit? All it does is make it smell like shitrus, not citrus.

-Text from Aspen to Naomi

Drew

So the nights at Aspen’s house continued.

We were on day six of our fucked up winter storm.

I’d worked a double shift the two nights before, and today was the first time I’d seen her in nearly fifty hours.

I felt like a fucking juvenile. All I could think about was if Aspen was warm enough, or if she was keeping herself well entertained.

Then I’d pulled into my driveway to see a massive snowman in her yard the size of which I’d never seen in Texas.

The sign on the front of the massive snowman said, ‘Do you want to build a snowman?’

I’d laughed all the way up her driveway, and when she opened the door and I’d smelled the bacon cooking, I’d come inside and hadn’t left since.

“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” Aspen asked, egging me on.

I lifted my beer, the ninth or the tenth, and stopped when I realized it was empty.

“You want the truth?” I asked.

“We are playing truth or dare,” she said, laughter filling her voice.

I shrugged.