Page 124 of Sparks Fly

Her eyes softened as they moved over me. “You were so beautiful.”

I pulled the sheet over myself, suddenly warm for an entirely different reason.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” Her voice gentled. “Come home to me soon.”

“I will,” I promised. “I have to start getting ready for dinner soon.”

I said it, but I didn’t move.

In a minute, I would get up and step back into the noise downstairs. For now, I stayed beneath the sheets with Sawyer on the screen, letting myself have her for a little longer.

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Sawyer

I wasn’t expecting her.

I’d spent all day knowing she was coming home, that quiet hum sitting beneath everything else. We texted while I rode up the coast with Nina and Blake. Photos of the water. Her telling me she would land around five-thirty, maybe six.

I told myself I’d shower, eat something, and call her later. Like normal.

I was toweling off my hair when someone knocked. Not tentative or polite. Urgent.

My heart stuttered like it already knew.

I crossed the apartment barefoot and pulled open the door.

Addison stood there with her carry-on over one shoulder and her suitcase beside her.

“I couldn’t go home,” she said breathlessly. “I tried, but I couldn’t. I missed you too much.”

That was it.

I grabbed her jacket and pulled her inside. The door barely closed before my mouth was on hers. No hello. Just days of missing each other crashing together.

“I missed you,” I said against her lips, sliding my hands into her hair. “Fuck, I missed you.”

She kissed me harder, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her bag hit the floor behind her.

“I felt like I was going crazy,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to breathe. “Every time I picked up my phone, every time I laughed, I wanted you.”

“Bedroom.” My hands tightened around her waist. “Now.”

She nodded. “Yes.”

We barely made it down the hall. Clothes came off as we went, my shirt over my head, her hands fumbling with her buttons. Her pants in the hallway. By the time we got into my room we were in just underwear, breathless and desperate, as I pressed my mouth to her neck.

“I missed your mouth,” she whispered.

“Yeah?” My hands moved over her, warm and familiar.

She grabbed my hand and pressed it between her legs. Her underwear was soaked through.

Fuck.