Page 82 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

I want more of last night.

I was supposed to work after they left, but I couldn't focus on anything because I just kept reliving the experience again and again.

And again.

And now we're actually going to do it. Again.

Now and then, Sam looks at me and smiles, and it makes my heart flutter.

Jesus. Am I actually falling for him?

It’s not like I want to be. Falling for him would make all this messier than it already is, but I don’t seem to have a choice. I can already feel it happening, all those foreign emotions I thought I would never feel again after Eric.

But it's even stronger than with him. Maybe he'll be my choice after all, although something about letting go of the others makes my heart twinge.

Sam doesn't take me to the same neighborhood that Adam and Jake live in. Instead, he takes me to a building in SoHo, not too far from my place, actually, but far more affluent. It’s a tall townhouse, and if he lives there alone, then that's an obscene amount of space to have in the city.

"You must pay five figures a month," I murmur as he pulls the car to a stop.

"Something like that." He grins as he opens the door for me like the gentleman he is. “Mostly I like it for the attic. It has a window that’s perfect for stargazing."

“You stargaze?"

“Sometimes.”

“Is it because you’re a romantic?” I grin.

“Mostly because I’m wondering when the aliens will finally make contact with us.” He doesn’t say anything for some time, and I blink at him, wondering if he's serious or not.

The twinkle in his eyes makes me laugh.

“You believe in aliens?” I ask.

"Kind of, but I’ve learned not to go into deep discussions or rants about it. It makes people, especially women, think I’m weird, and I don’t want to turn you off."

“I already think you’re weird," I tell him, raising an eyebrow, with a small smile. "We just had an entire conversation backthere about whether or not prawn chips counted as seafood or not.”

“Oh yeah. But that’s normal conversation.”

“It really isn’t. I've had enough normal conversations to know that's not what people regularly talk about. But also, I don't care. I like the discussions we have and hearing you talk about the possibility of aliens won’t turn me off.”

He smiles, and his eyes glitter even more. “Maybe later in the evening. I have better things planned for us before then.”

At his boyish smile, my pussy flutters again. Oh yes. I’m ready for whatever it is that he’s planned.

“You hungry?” he says as we walk into his space. It’s a little sparse, but it’s clean and has a good interior design, balancing neutral color with bold splashes of blue and gold.

“We just ate,” I tell him.

“Oh, right. I forgot.” An adorable redness spreads over the bottom of his cheek, letting me know how nervous he is. So cute.

“It’s okay,” I tell him. “I’m nervous too.” I shouldn’t be. We’ve slept together twice now, not counting the time I sat on his face and he made me come. The sex was mind-blowing for me each time, and he hasn’t complained, so there’s no reason for me to be nervous. Maybe it’s because I know him so much better now, or maybe it’s that this is the first time I’ve ever been to his home.

“I have some sparkling water," he says.

I shake my head. “I’m good.” I had had enough of that at the restaurant.

“There’s something I want to propose,” he says after hedging. “And I really want to do it, but I’ll understand if you say no."