PaigeDallas momentarily freezes, and I’m almost afraid to meet his eyes, terrified he will laugh at my question. Love isn’t easy, and it's not something I believe in either. Because if a happily ever after existed in real life, I wouldn’t have lost him in the first place. Shit. What if I’m wrong? What if he doesn’t like me?I’m trembling right now, and Dallas grabs my wrists. “Paige…” Tears gather in my eyes. How dare he use his sexy voice on me?My heart cracks a little further when I look up at him. It's barely keeping itself together. I had to repair it, piece by piece, when Dallas broke it three years ago. But super glue isn’t enough to prevent it from shattering if he says the wrong thing. I’m waiting, barely even breathing, when he parts his lips for the second time.“Do you really think I’m not?” he asks. His question confuses me. I expected an answer, not another question. And Dallas smiles when he notices my bewilderment.“Paige…you’ve been caring for me for almost two m

PaigeDallas is staring at me from the kitchen table as I apply makeup in front of the mirror, groaning for the billionth time. “Why do you have to be so cruel?”I meet his eyes in the mirror. “Cruel?” “Mhm,” he leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees while looking tortured. There is a pout on his lips. “When you agreed to paraglide with me, I didn’t expect you to doll yourself up for the occasion.”“Oh,” disappointment fills my chest. “You don’t like it?” Am I doing too much?“That’s not what I meant,” he sighs and stares at me intently. “It’s just that you look really good with that red lipstick on. That pouty mouth? I’m tempted to stay at home and see it wrapped around my cock instead.”A tingle starts in my toes and travels through my entire body until I’m fluttering all over. But instead of smiling at the compliment, I frown.“Keep talking like that, and I’m leaving you at home.”Dallas grins like the Cheshire Cat. “Because you will be too horny to enjoy the date?” I gape

PaigeI’m doing the dishes the morning after I slept with Dallas. He is at the gym, and I’m in a happy place right now. Most of my walls have crumbled. I’m no longer feeling hesitant about letting Dallas become the main character in my life. I want him in it, and I never want him to leave. It’s been years since I felt this giddy about a guy, and the funny part is that the last time I felt like this, Dallas was the cause of it.He is my first and my second love.My heart flutters at that thought, and I smile while drying off the plates Dallas, and I used for breakfast. To be honest, he isn’t the best at cooking, but he tried to make us omelets, and it was the sweetest thing ever. The big guy never cooked for me in the past, which makes me think he is turning a new leaf with his memory loss.Suddenly, there is a knock on the door, and I blink in surprise. I’m not expecting any company. Is Dallas already home?I head over to the hallway, dressed in Dallas’ oversized bleached t-shirt and

Dallas I watch Paige shuffle through the hangers on the hunt for a new bathing suit. She seems very into it, and that’s why I say nothing about us being in the children’s department. Maybe her plan is to wear Bambi over her tits so that I won’t spend the entire day checking her out on our trip on the yacht tomorrow? My fingers curl tighter around my coffee cup. Paige is too into her search to pay me any attention, so I take a seat on a nearby chair, watching my fiery little redhead until the sales clerk approaches her. “Sweetie, do you need help with anything?” Sweetie? I lift my eyebrows. The sales clerk woman must think Paige is a child, probably because her left arm is acting like a hanger for a bunch of children’s clothing. Paige is also pretty short and isn’t using makeup which gives her a very youthful look. “I’m fine, thank you,” Paige replies with a tight smile before returning her attention to the bathing suits. That’s my Paige—determined and fully focused on her task.

PaigeI’m sitting below deck with an ugly knitted blanket wrapped around my shoulders, wishing I was anywhere but on this damn yacht in the middle of the ocean.I never knew I was the kind of person to get seasick, but when the yacht bobbles up and down on the water again, I almost throw up. Misery is all around, and Dallas looks concerned when I hug myself.“Are you alright?” he asks from the doorframe, big arms parked over his muscular chest.I scowl. “Let’s see... I’m on a yacht with my ex-boyfriend and his friends, and everyone is excited about the drinking games tonight while I already puked thirty minutes ago. Yeah, I think everything is perfectly fine.”Dallas chuckles at the sarcasm in my voice, and his arms fall into the pockets of his shorts. He isn’t wearing a t-shirt, but it’s not his abs that seize the air in my lungs; it’s the dimples around his mouth. His smile is beautiful enough to disarm me and make me feel like a toothless tiger, especially when he aims it in my dir