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and he told me he was looking forward to “having fun” with me. Um, no thanks.
    Nick and I have got this. He’s getting frustrated over me being late. I mean, I may as well be dating myself here.
    I yank the tag off the panties and Snickers instantly jumps after it. It’s driving me nuts that it’s not in the garbage right away, but watching his cute, furry body bounce around and play, I tell myself I’ll find the remnants of it later and toss it.
    After primping my cuteness, I put on my sex kitten walk and slide into my living room. I get the appropriate response of the mouth pop and brow raise, but then he says, “Are we going out?”
    “No,” I say with a sly smile.
    He’s off the couch before I can sit down. His mouth is hot and hard against mine, and I should be happy about this, but I’m thinking, I haven’t eaten yet. And I just put this on. Doesn’t he want to look at how sexy I am while we laugh and joke over Chinese food?
    “Hey, um, Nick?” I ask when his lips move from mine down my neck and to my cleavage. My stomach is going haywire, and not in that turned on way. More like get-food-in-me-now way. “Can we…eat first?”
    He stops, resting his head near my cheek. “You’re kidding me, right?”
    I throw out a shy smile. “I’m really hungry.”
    “And after we eat…?”
    The plan. “We can watch a movie.” Movie always equals make-out, which leads to the bedroom. It’s in every dating manual known to man.
    He lets out a breath. “Brooke, I like you.”
    “I like you, too.”
    “But I can’t deal with this much longer. Can’t you just, let go for a second?” He kisses my collarbone, and I want to feel something there that’s stronger than the growling in my stomach, but I don’t. “Besides, I didn’t call for food.”
    He what? “Why didn’t you order any food?”
    “I figured we’d do that afterward.”
    “After what?” I push him back, even though I know damn well what he’s talking about. I mean, I shouldn’t be so pissed because I’m planning for the same thing, but date three is going awful so far. I’m not even in the mood. I just want something to eat and relax for a damn minute. Maybe Nate was right about letting things go naturally instead of forcing it. Because I think if I were to force sex at anytime tonight, it’s going to be awful because my head isn’t on right now. And I want this to last past the sex.
    “Come on, you know where this is going.” He kisses my jaw. “I want you. Can you just let loose for one second in your life, and I promise I’ll order you a whole damn buffet when we’re done.”
    He so does not get me. I have to stick to schedules. I always thought when I met the right guy, he’d understand that. Or he’d make me want to adjust my scheduling to fit around him. But I’m feeling none of that with him. “Nick, I think you should go.”
    “What? Why?”
    “Because I’m not feeling it right now. So unless you want to sit and eat with me, watch a movie and relax, you can go.”
    His brow crinkles. “Are you serious?”
    I give him a curt nod. This is his chance to level up or get out. If he sticks around, then I’ll know this is much more to him than the lay.
    But he doesn’t. He grabs his jacket and goes to my door, spouting off something about “high maintenance chicks.” When the door shuts behind him, I get my phone, order my own damn food, and rip my black panties off. With the way my love life goes, I don’t think anyone will be seeing them any time soon. I’m back down to level freaking one.

Chapter E ight
    Nate
     
    I hate wedding days. I mean, I get that it’s all part of my job, but I’m always stressed. Mom is like a whirlwind of scheduling with a fake smile, and I have to deal with whatever photography students need a few hours in the field for their coursework as my assistants.
    I flip the top closed on my portable case of lenses and equipment that I’ll need for the reception and lean against the back