Cash
Chapter Eleven
You put yourself in my address book as Best Kiss Ever?
Isn’t it accurate?
What did you put for my name in your phone?
Cash
That’s a third date reveal
Future Mrs. Cash Kincaid
We aren’t having three dates before the wedding
Cash
We’ll have three dates before the end of the week
Future Mrs. Cash Kincaid
That’s ridiculous!
Cash
I can’t imagine any man who would squander the opportunity of dating you and not see you every single day.
Future Mrs. Cash Kincaid
You’d be surprised
Cash
Who hurt you?
Future Mrs. Cash Kincaid
Let’s focus on the here and now
I’ve changed your name in my address book back to Cash, by the way
Cash
I’ll do my best to earn the title back, then…do you want to come to my place for dinner tomorrow?
Future Mrs. Cash Kincaid
Do you have a kitchen?
Cash
Do I… Yes, I have a kitchen
Future Mrs. Cash Kincaid
You live above the garage
Cash
I didn’t say it was a nice kitchen, but it’s clean and well stocked with food
Future Mrs. Cash Kincaid
Then I’d love to have dinner with you tomorrow…on two conditions
Cash
Name your price
Future Mrs. Cash Kincaid
You have to change my name in your phone to ACTUALLY MY NAME
Cash
Spoilsport…done…and the second condition?
Haven
You have to promise me that I’m not consuming too much of your time with this fake dating
I frown.
I don’t like the way she circles back to that term.
Fake dating.
I concede it’s somewhat forced by circumstance, but there is nothing fake about our chemistry. Our kisses. The hard-ons she gives me, that I’m pretty sure I’ve managed to keep hidden so far, but at some point she’ll discover for herself.
Cash
I promise you that every second I spend with you is voluntary and a better use of my time than literally anything else I could be doing
She doesn’t reply. It’s a disappointing end to a conversation. Maybe I’ve said too much, pushed too hard. Fuck. I force myself to put my phone down and go do a thorough workout instead of jerking off and thinking about my favourite librarian.