Forever Love – A Romance Novella Collection Read Online Ella Fox

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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
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"What're you doing tomorrow night?"

"I work until nine," she pointed out.

I nodded, having already worked that out for myself.

"A late dinner," I conceded.

The way she bit her lower lip as she shifted on her feet in front of me made my dick hard. At that moment I would've given everything I owned for the chance to rub the tip of my cock across her perfect pouty lips. I wanted to watch her cheeks hollow out as she sucked my dick and swallowed my come almost as much as I wanted to hear her crying out when I buried my face between her thighs.

I was so focused on her mouth that it took me a second or two to comprehend that she'd just said yes to dinner.

"Perfect!" I said with what was very likely a little too much enthusiasm.

She smiled as she gestured down at herself. "I'll bring a change of clothes to work, but since I'll be coming off a six-hour cleaning shift, I won't be able to get dressed up. Is that okay?"

"You could wear what you're wearing right now, and I'd be the happiest man alive," I assured her.

Her nose scrunched up as she looked at me with a dubious expression. "Granted, it's better without the apron I wear while I'm cleaning, but this isn't what anyone would call high fashion. I look like a reject camp counselor from the late eighties."

She made me laugh, and I liked it. "Sure it's not runway ready, but it isn't the outfit I care about—it's who's in it."

"Wow," she said as a faint blush spread across her cheeks, "that's… thank you. I guess what I was trying to say was that we should go somewhere casual."

"I'll go anywhere and do anything that will make you feel comfortable. I don't care where we go as long as we're together," I said bluntly.

Her entire face lit up as she smiled. "That gives me an idea. Every night after work I go to Caddy's Diner and get their pancake special. Tomorrow is cinnamon toast crunch, and they're my favorite. Would you be okay going there?"

I felt like I'd been given a gift. "You're headed there now?"

She nodded. "Yep. It's coconut banana pancake day, and I'm all over that."

I threw up a Hail Mary pass and prayed she wouldn't shut me down. "You've got me in the mood for pancakes. Mind if I join you tonight, too?" And every night after that, I promised myself silently.

"Have you ever had Caddy's?" She asked.

I shook my head. "Can't say I have."

Her smile was instantaneous. "It's not even if you can come anymore," she laughed. "You have to. You're in for such a treat," she promised. "You've never had fluffier, more delicious pancakes in your life."

I made a mental note to self that my woman clearly loved pancakes. I could work with that.

"I'll follow you."

"Okay. If you lose me, it's seven blocks down on the corner of Rosemont and Pine."

"I won't lose you," I vowed.

She had no way of knowing that I meant that literally. Amber was everything, and I planned to spend the rest of my life showing her how I felt.

Caddy's was an old school rail car style diner I'd easily driven by a thousand times but had somehow never noticed. As promised, I'd not lost Amber on the way there. I parked next to her in the lot and hurried around the hood of my navy blue Range Rover to meet her as she opened her car door. Every fiber of my being wanted to take her hand in mine, but I wasn't sure what kind of reception that would get. Instead of holding her hand, I stayed close to her side as we walked into the diner.

I immediately understood why she had such an affinity for the place. The style was classic diner—black and white checkered tile on the floor was like a trip back in time. In front of the counter, there was a line of twenty built-in chrome stools with cushioned seats that alternated an aqua and yellow color scheme. The domed ceiling was the same chrome color as the exterior, and everything was super clean. Old school Coca-Cola, Pepsi, and Tab signs decorated the walls, giving the place an authentic feel.

The waitress working the booths waved at us as we came in. "Hey, Amber! Take whatever seat you want, hon."

Amber nodded as she grabbed a menu from the hostess stand and walked toward the left-hand side of the diner. Stopping mid-way, she gestured to a booth. I nodded as she slid into her seat. I resisted the urge to slide in next to her and took my place across from her as she set the menu on the table and passed it to me.

"I thought you said the pancakes were the best," I teased.


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