Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

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Ivan drops me off almost precisely at midnight.

In the car, he leans over to give me one last kiss goodnight, but I put a hand out to stop him.

“Please,” I say, my eyes sad. He pulls back, surprised, but then his eyes flick up to the house, maybe thinking about Daniel – my apparent fiancé – waiting inside.

“All right,” he whispers, giving me a warm little smile. Then he takes my hand in his and raises it to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss against my knuckles, just as he did that time at the bar. “I

want to see you again, Fay. Soon.”

I nod, giving him a half smile, but I don’t say anything as I step out of the car, my mood strange and taciturn. I wave as Ivan pulls away but I don’t turn and head into the house immediately. Because frankly, I’m not sure I want to be here, and I know what’s waiting for me inside.

Because tonight, with Ivan?

Tonight was just…amazing.

Ivan and I spent the entire night outside the taco truck, not needing anything more than some good food and cheap beers to

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fuel an entire night of conversation. Or at least, we spent a lot of it

talking.

also spent a great deal of the time making out. And it

great.

I didn’t realize how much

much I had missed it, even

never really had it before except

fit my image of Prince Charming –

job, and crazy lifestyle definitely would

But in other ways? He…kind of fits

laughed, and we kissed, and I could

he never, ever pushed me to go further

he let me explore the contours of him at

and I liked

liked the feel of him exploring me with his tongue and his hands. I liked the way he pulled me closer to him, letting me know that there’s more here to for the taking if I want it, but only if I want it and at my own pace. By

face hurt.

whole time, I never felt on the

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scared, or pushed. Just

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turn to stare up at the door to this house I realize…that it’s

like the way Kent makes me feel. At all, ever.

no idea if that’s

frankly, which one I like more.