Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
“My gaydar might be off, but my Faydar –“
I burst into laughter at the term, making him laugh as well.
“That,” he continues, smiling at me, “is unfailingly accurate.”
“All right, mind reader,” I say, wrapping one leg over his hip and using the leverage to turn him so that we’re face to face, my stomach pressed against his. “If you’re so clever, what is it that I want now?”
“Easy,” Kent replies. “I can read you like a book, Fay. My favorite book, that I’ve read a thousand times and can never get enough of.” And then he presses his mouth to mine, answering my question with his actions instead of his words.