Chapter 13

“I promise to take very good care of it, just like your heart.”

“I know you will.” 15: Last Night, Goodbye

We leave The Warehouse at three in the morning. Side by side we walk back to his flat, semi-drunk and charged on happiness. Corey wears my cowboy hat, and his right hand is wrapped within my left one. He says, “Can we make-out back at my place?”

“Shit,” I murmur, sounding disappointed. “To tell you the truth, I was hoping for more.”

“What kind of more?”

“You want to ride a cowboy?”

“I’d like to marry him, but if riding comes first, then I’m all for it.”

“Against the wall or on the bed?”

“How’s over the table sound?”

“I can handle that,” I reply, laughing.

“And so it is done,” he confirms, ready to thump my ass, quickening our pace back to his flat.

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