“I’m really sorry,” I repeated.
“Thank you, but please stop apologizing,” he said, running a finger over the edge of my jaw. “I don’t want you to feel sorry about asking me stuff.”
“Thanks. I like knowing what I can about you.” I did. “I think she would have felt lucky to have you.”
He smiled at that. “Yeah?”
I nodded because that was a given. “Definitely.”
He looked like it meant a lot to hear that. I imagined that he must have loved her enough to want to marry her and spend the rest of his life with her. It was sad he didn’t get to be with her.
He was the kind of guy who wouldn’t cheat, and he’d make sure his woman knew how much he loved her.
That was how I saw him.
All she’d have to do is look at him and know.
“I think too… she was lucky to be loved by you,” I stated. “It must be nice.”
His eyes caught mine and the glint appeared again. The light came into his eyes as he looked at me, burning with a gleam that invited me to take a peek into his soul. The gleam called to me, telling me without words all I needed to know, telling me everything.
It was me who’d discovered that his eyes gave him away. They were doors to truth and all I had to do was look at him and I knew. I would know the answer to anything I wanted. Even an answer to a question I hadn’t asked.
Right now his eyes were telling me something. Showing me something.
Love…
That was what I saw.
I knew love when I saw it. It was right there in his eyes, staring right back at me.
Love…
I felt it like the strength of the passion that always took over when we were together.
It almost scared me. Almost. I wanted it too badly to be afraid.
He reached out and cupped my face, and I hoped he could see how I felt in my eyes too.
I loved him too. I didn’t need time to tell me that.
He reached out to touch my face and the contact of his fingertips on my skin made my whole body tingle.
I moved to him as he lowered to kiss me, pressing my lips to his for a kiss that sang through my veins. The series of slow drugging kisses were unlike the ones we’d shared before.
They reached into my soul and demanded that I surrender to the call of emotion.
Fire burned within me and turned the kiss needy, commanding us both to yield and not resist.
We kissed the clothes off each other and lost ourselves to passion’s call.
All the while he touched me I drank in the sweetness of the moment, knowing he was making love to me.
And me to him.
Chapter 14
Xander
