16. Friends

Ripley’s pov

Cas’ hands grabbed a hold of the back of my head, pressing his lips against mine so hard it almost hurt. But I felt the same need to be as close to Cas as possible.

I don’t know if it was the day we just had, the place, or Cas. But I wanted him.

But I knew I didn’t want my first time with Cas to be like this. I wanted to wait until the ten dates were over to have a proper date. One where I wasn’t forced by money or a contract. One where we could truly be ourselves and I didn’t have to sign a NDA or pretend we weren’t dating my colleagues.

It was probably dumb, but a part of me had already started picturing our lives together. It wasn’t hard to picture the four of us together after seeing him be a surrogate dad to the girls all day.

But what if it didn’t work out? Would my girls be hurt?

Was I making a mistake?

“What’s wrong?” Cas asked, stroking my cheek.

“Nothing. I’m just thinking.”

Cas grabbed my ass and pushed me against him.

Remember when I said he probably