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As I sat in my car in the parking lot behind the coffee shop, I had to take a moment to wonder what the fuck was wrong with me. The date was beyond amazing. This guy was funny, attentive, and sweet. Not to mention that white t-shirt that clung to his body was doing him too much justice. I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to take me on the coffee shop table and mark me as his. At the same time, I also wanted him to be slow and cute with me, take me in a way that only he would know how to do.

I wanted to marry this dude.

Not tomorrow, not next week, but someday I was going to make him marry me.

And that was my problem.

I was never the girl who thought about my wedding. I only thought about what a failure and death trap, my marriage would be with my husband. I had all these worst case scenarios that I never stopped to think about anything positive. Yet this guy made me want a nicer apartment, a bigger bed, and his hand in mine forever.

I am so fucking screwed.

I hit my head on the back of seat repeatedly and shut my eyes, embracing the fantasies of the life that me and Matt could possibly have.

Not to mention, my best friend's words were circling my head like vultures.

Flashback

"Gabby, marry that motherfucker." Leslie Shay practically yelled after I told her about my potential beau.

I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my red wine and pulling my blanket around me more. Shay and I were having our traditional girl's night in with wine and a shitty movie. Tonight's choice was Magic Mike and me and Shay were constantly breaking conversation to laugh at the movie's stupidity. Though I did enjoy gawking at the gorgeous men.

"Don't be dramatic. He seems so vanilla. I bet he felt bad and figured coffee or something would redeem himself." I tried to explain.

Shay rolled her eyes but I paid her no mind, instead moving my eyes to watch Channing dance for me.

"Gabs, you said he was hard from the get go. He's obviously attracted to you. Plus, you touched his dick, and he told you to stop out of respect. Then he asked you out. He likes you, dude. And you're just mad because you wanna hit it and quit it."

Whatever.

I had learned relationships and I don't work out the way it should. I can't help but feel trapped too quickly. Not to mention my choice in men has never been the best. I've had my fair share of mobsters, dealers, cops, and etc., but never once had I dated a firefighter. Matt seemed like he could be fun, but I wasn't about to make him my future husband.

"You wait and see, this dude, whoever he is, is going to make you fall in love." Shay added one last time.

Picking up my cell phone, I search for Shay's number in my phone, calling it immediately. It went to voicemail four times before I opted to call my other friend Severide instead.

His voice rang through loudly, and I felt relief at the fact that he answered.

"Yo Dawson, what's up?"

"Where's Shay?" I asked.

"Well damn, hi to you too. I'm good. Trying to find my way through life."

I rolled my eyes at his dramatics, but smiled anyway. Even though he couldn't see it, I made sure my tone was light and didn't give way to any further frustration.

"How are you doing, my favorite man?"

"Well, that's a lie. I'm like somewhere in the bottom top five of your choices of men. Now what can I do for you my friend?" he replied.

I sighed, just wanting to find Shay and get this over with. I needed an "I told you so" or something to help me get through this. The date kept flashing through my mind and I realized how much I would probably have to censor so much of this day in order to tell our future kids.

Fuck my life.

"I was wondering if you'd seen Shay? I really need to talk to her."

"Everything alright?" he questioned, suddenly sounding concerned.

"Yes and no. I just really need her."

"Gabs, you're out of luck. She and Kendra are doing one of the weekend hookups. She's up in the cabin for the next 36 hours."

I hit my hand against the steering wheel, accidently beeping the horn and scaring an old lady in the process. The poor woman jumped so high in the air, she was practically on her way to heaven before landing back on her feet. She looked annoyed as she stared back at me, offering me the finger before she went on her way. I wanted to feel bad but the finger made me wanna cut that bitch.

"Well, fuck you too, lady." I mumbled.

"What the hell is going Gabby?" this time it was Severide's turn to be annoyed.

With Shay out of the picture, I had to take what I could get.

"You at Molly's right now?"

"…Maybe…" he answered hesitantly.

"Sit tight. I'm picking you up."

"So lemme get this straight…" Kelly started.

"Mhmm…"

"You met this guy…"

"Yes."

"And you wanna fuck him."

"That is correct."

"But you also want to lock him in your closet until he decides to marry you and stay with you forever."

"We all skeletons in our closets. What's wrong with adding more to mine?" I explained.

Kelly shook his head, pouring himself another shot in the process. We were both sitting on my couch, practically in the same place Shay and I sat together days before. Even the conversation was the same.

"Just be normal. Pursue it." Kelly said, downing his whiskey.

I shifted, putting my feet in his lap, wiggling them in hopes that he would start rubbing them. Thankfully, he got the hint and started working his magic.

"Can you at least give me a name? Telling me that he works in the CFD does nothing for me. Where'd you meet him? What if I know him?"

That's honestly what I was afraid of. The fact that I used to give hand jobs for cash was also a detail I'd rather not reveal. I didn't want someone spilling any of his secrets or telling me what he was like. I wanted it to be as organic as possible. I want to be the one to learn that his color was blue, or that he likes the feeling of hands like mine running through his hair or that maybe he likes it when girls are tough and headstrong like me. I just wanted to know him by himself and without anyone's help.

"To be honest, I want to feel him first, you know? See if he's the real deal for me. I don't want someone who is going to waste my time." I expressed.

Kelly nodded and pulled me into his lap for a hug. My head rested on his shoulder for the longest as he would occasionally rub my back for reassurance.

"So, what exactly happened on this date to make you so head over heels?"

I was nervous. It had been a week since I had heard from Matt and when he finally called me last night to arrange a coffee date, I was surprised. The fact that he even wanted to go out with me was pretty shocking considering the way we met.

I hadn't even dressed up for it. I had an old navy blue CFD t-shirt on that I paired with jean shorts and some flip flops. My nails were thankfully done nicely since I couldn't bare trapping my feet in closed toe shoes on such a hot Chicago day.

Though the café was extremely casual, I still felt as if I could've at least tried.

Before I could really talk myself into leaving, Matt plopped down in front of me looking sexier than I remember. I smiled nervously, letting out a laugh before greeting him. He seemed a bit out of breath but nonetheless happy to be here.

"Hey Gaby, sorry I'm late." He said putting his phone face down on the table.

I didn't even notice he was late, that would've easily given me the chance for a quick getaway. I shook it off though, pointing to the coffee and pastries that I had ordered for the two of us to enjoy.

He gratefully took a bite, explaining that he was paying for those and that I couldn't object no matter what. I shrugged, happy that I wasn't going to have to pay for it but at the same time not caring if I did.

"So, tell me about yourself? "I asked.

He hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath and continuing. It was a bit weird but wasn't enough for me to excuse myself to leave just yet.

"Well, I don't want to bore you with work stuff since you're part of the CFD too. But there's not much to me. I like to hang out and be with friends and family. I just moved back to Chicago about a year ago after spending time with my mother down in Florida. My sister lives here with her daughter so I get to see them often."

"That's cool. Why come back?"

"Eh, Florida was a bit suffocating and I just wanted to come back to a place that I once loved and now that I'm here, well… I'm glad I did." He said looking right into my eyes.

Fuck me.

Who says that?

I mean I'm falling for it but who says something cute like that.

"Well, let's see how glad you are to have come back after spending some time with me," I chuckled as I took a sip into my coffee.

"I'm definitely liking what I'm getting so don't think I'm going anywhere anytime soon." He replied.

"Please, so you're telling me that you want to stick around? We've been on this date all of five minutes and you're already planning ahead."

He smiled, "You better believe it. I'm going to wine and dine you next."

"Is that you fancy way of saying hit it and quit it?" I shot back.

I guess he wasn't expecting that as an answer because he started choking on his own spit a little. It turned into a coughing fit and for some reason, I couldn't help but laugh. It took a minute or two for him to calm down and then he got serious.

"Do you think—"he looked around and then lowered his voice, "Do you think I'm only here for a quickie? 'Cause I'm not. I'm here for much more than that. I'm here to get to know you."

I looked dead into his eyes and I was surprised that they never steered away from mine. From that moment on, he asked me questions about my family, my life, and my favorite things. It was weird because I had to think of little things like my favorite color and food because it had been so long since I had to say them out loud. None of my last boyfriends had ever asked but then again I don't remember communicating with words in any of those relationships.

But we just kept talking and by the time we had to go our own ways two hours later, I felt like I was getting to know not only Matt but myself again. As promised he invited me out again, this time for dinner at his place. I gladly agreed, wanting to spend as much time with this guy as possible.

"So he made you feel good in a different way, basically?" Kelly added.

I nodded because that was it. That literally was it. I mean, I still want to sleep with him but the fact that I wanted to actually sit and hold adult conversation with him was something else. I honestly didn't think about my future much when it came to relationships. But Matt made me want to.

And that was some scary shit.

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