His Valentine to Keep: A Spicy Age Gap Romantic Story

hey sry not feeling it tn. rain check?

That's the text I get at eight o'clock on Valentine's Day, stood up at the best table at the restaurant in a red dress I can't afford.

But really, I never cared about the blind date. I booked this table because the only man I've ever wanted owns this restaurant. I want him to finally notice I grew up.

He notices and gives me a choice.

I can get in my rideshare, and we both pretend he didn't just kiss me breathless in the parking lot.

Or I can follow him up the stairs to his loft. But he's sixteen years older, and he doesn't do casual. When he says mine, he means it.

I've been in love with him since I was eighteen.

I cancel the rideshare.

Because he's sixteen years too old for me, he calls me his good girl like it's a promise — and when a man like Grant Sullivan decides to keep you, he keeps everything. The firsts. The forever. The baby he's already planning.