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Because my dick really likes that idea. He really likes it.
Linsey looks like she wants to say something but at that same moment the sweetest sound comes from my little girl whom I didn’t even notice with all this shitshow. Mellie is chilling in her stroller right by Zoe and then my eyes snatch to the onesie she is wearing. It’s the custom one I got her the other day.
One I didn’t think Zoe would willingly put on her.
One that says, My name is Mellie Loverson and don’t you forget it.
Is this Christmas or something? Did I miss the memo?
But I don’t have time to think about the screwed-up calendar. I am jumping over the bar, pulling Zoe out of her stare down with Linsey and kissing her.
God, do I kiss her.
My fingers are lost in her blonde waves, my other hand holding on tight to her waist just above her sweet ass that I can’t help but slide my hands into the back pockets of her jeans, and squeeze as well. Our lips are fused together and the whole world disappears as she kisses me back, murmuring “Mine” into my mouth, and I respond, “Yours.”
“Matty baby?” Lindsey annoying voice sounds somewhere in the background. “But what about us?”
“Jesus, girl, have some self-respect, no?” Joy sighs. “But if that’s not an option, we have Fanny over here who can help you find your way out.”
“Now can I kick her?” Fanny’s all-too-eager voice breaks our spell, and Zoe looks me over, rolling her eyes.
“No.”
“Buzzkill,” Fanny mutters, and Zoe turns her gaze back to mine.
“Shh, Fanny,” comes from my mom. “Settle down. It’s not every day my son makes me the happiest mother on Earth.
“Shesh, thanks mom,” I throw out.
“Shh, Matty. Focus on your girls, not me,” she hisses back, making me smile. But I do just that.
“Boyfriend, huh?” I smile, bending over to give Mel a kiss.
“Have any objections?” Zoe lifts her eyebrow.
“Do I look like an idiot?” I grin, moving back to Zoe and lean in for another kiss, my hands now cupping that beautiful face of hers. “You put that onesie on Mellie,” I say in a hushed tone, afraid that maybe she didn’t mean it the way my heart wants it too.
“I did,” Zoe answers without giving me more.
“And you just claimed me.”
“I did.”
“What does that mean?”
“And here I thought you said you weren’t an idiot.” She smirks, and my heart flies out of my chest.
“I have many questions.” And I do. I have many many questions that I have buried deep inside since the day I met her, but I was always too scared to ask them. Or maybe scared to hear the answers myself.
“And I will give you the chance to ask them.” I open my mouth to start the questioning when she adds, “Later. After everyone here knows that Matteo Loverson is off the market.”
Later tonight, a new sign was added to my collection. It says, “This stud belongs to Zoe Holsted—future Loverson—keep away. Owner bites.”
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Never Have I Ever
Matteo: Never have I ever slept with my friend’s ex.