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mouth to respond, but I’m so utterly shocked, I can’t string together a coherent sentence.
    After a few seconds of silence, Max searches my eyes for an answer, but I’m so taken by the moment I let my tears speak on my behalf. “Baby, you’re crying. I hope they’re tears of joy.”
    I inhale deeply and find the presence of mind to finally speak. “Max, I think I fell for you the morning you shared the story about how you ended up with such an intricate tattoo on your left arm. There’s such a dichotomy about you—you’re the sweetest man I’ve known and you’re the raunchiest lover I’ve had. I love you so much.”
    “You were so quiet there. You had me worried.”
    “You caught me by surprise, Max.”
    “Good. I hope you’ll never doubt how I feel about you again,” he says, gazing at me with such intensity.
    “I promise.”
    He leans in and brushes my lips with his. I can never get enough of his sweet kisses. I pull him closer into me and I respond voraciously to his passion.
    A clink in the background interrupts the romantic mood. Since I’ve arrived it’s the first time I’ve taken in the smell of food and I realize we’re not alone in this spacious room. “Is there someone else here?”
    “Yes. You didn’t think I was going to cook dinner myself, did you?” he teases.
    “We’re having dinner here?”
    “I couldn’t possibly declare my love to you on an empty stomach.”
    “Of course not.” I grin.
    “I could have made reservations at one of the finest restaurants in the city, but I wanted something more original. Not to mention it’s impossible to find a place in Manhattan that would have accepted this chaise,” he says, pointing to the large lounge chair in the middle of the room.
    “I can’t imagine this beautiful piece of furniture would fit in many eateries in New York.” I smile back at him.
    “Seriously, it was too late to find a decent caterer at such short notice, so I called my personal chef Marcello and I asked him to whip up something sinful and simple.”
    “Hmmm, it sounds delicious. What’s on the menu?”
    “Since this extravagant set-up is last-minute, Marcello and his sous-chefs are preparing an exquisite Italian menu. The pièce de resistance is a succulent plate of creamy pesto pasta with garlic butter shrimp. Marcello ran to his favorite fishmonger to grab us some big fat juicy shrimp from Chile. I think we’re in for a treat.”
    “I have a feeling I’m going to have to ask for seconds.”
    “I have a feeling I’ll be doing the same.” He winks.
    “The food sounds decadent and it smells divine. I can’t imagine how anything can top this meal. What’s for dessert?”
    “Marcello has prepared his famous tiramisu. You won’t be disappointed, but I have to be honest…” Max reaches out to wrap his arms around my waist. “The only thing sweet I truly want is you.”
    “Tell me more,” I coo.
    “I intend on making good use of this chaise the second Marcello and his crew leave,” he says with such carnal lust in his eyes, my clit tingles.
    “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” Wow, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world right now.
    This must be the most surreal and delightful moment of my life. This is the kind of day sweet dreams are made of. I can’t believe the man I’ve fallen for weeks ago has declared his love to me. Devin was right all along—big girls can have hot boyfriends who love them.
     
     
     

 
    Chapter 6
     
    I can’t believe it’s already been ten days since I got been back from Rio and it’s been so crazy busy I’ve only been able to text Lia, Lexi and Devin. Tonight is the first time in a long time we’ll be able to hang out together. I can’t wait to tell them all about Rio and all about Max’s declaration. I was tempted to text them a few hints, but I know they’d kill me.
    It won’t be long now before my friends find out about my magical love story. The timing couldn’t have been better, since