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I typed my information in his cell, smiling like an idiot the whole time. “You want my phone number, you’ve got it.”
“I wan
t more than your phone number, Cammie. But I guess that will have to wait until I see you again.” He smiled, tucking his phone back into his pants. “I’ll call you as soon as I can. I want to see you,” he said as he backed away toward the door.
Torn, I stood there speechless for a moment. I wanted so badly to chase after him and pull him to me, but my feet refused to move, and all I could do was mumble, “Okay.”
Admiring the man he had become, I watched as he made his way to the door. He reached for the handle, turned it and started to step out, then pivoted and took two swift strides back toward me. Before I could even think a single thought, his lips were pressed against mine, his tongue begging for entry.
I opened my mouth and allowed him in. Dalton had grown more skilled in the last ten years, his kisses no longer frantic or rushed or sloppy. This was a man who took his time doing things. Our mouths moved in sync, our tongues caressing each other’s, the heat between us growing. His hand splayed across my back and I leaned against it, reveling in his strong touch. His lips were so soft, a stark contrast to the way his prickly stubble felt as his mouth moved against mine.
I wanted to pull him back on top of the bed and never let this moment end, but he moved us apart slowly, breaking our kiss. Leaning his forehead against mine, he said softly, “I couldn’t leave without doing that. Hell, I’d been waiting to do it all night. Call you soon.”
Dumbfounded, I lifted a hand to my lips and said nothing as he walked out and pulled the door shut. As my heart filled with joy, I stood there and replayed the kiss in my mind until it was burned there, overriding every other kiss that had come before it.
Silently Swooning
Cammie
Reaching for my cell phone, I sent Kristy a quick text to tell her I was in the room and wasn’t coming back downstairs. Dalton had left, and to be honest, I’d done enough socializing. I had just gotten comfortable, changed into a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top for bed, when my phone beeped with a response from Kristy.
Kristy: Are you still with Dalton?
Cammie: Not anymore. He just left.
Kristy: Then get back down here!
Cammie: Nah. I’ve had enough fun for one night.
Kristy: Party pooper. I’ll be up soon.
I told her to take her time as I swept my long hair into a ponytail and started washing the makeup off my face. My cell phone pinged again, alerting me to another text message, and I rolled my eyes, assuming it was Kristy again, hell bent on harassing me until I came back down.
Dalton: This is my number. Make sure you use it. I plan on using yours a lot. That kiss . . . I’ll be dreaming about that kiss until we can do it again. God, Cammie, I’ve really missed you.
Holding my cell in my hand, I stood there staring at his words, grinning like an idiot. I didn’t even know what to say to that, although I wanted to tell him I missed him too, but I felt half-crazy, so I didn’t respond at all. Pressing a couple of buttons, I now had Dalton’s number saved in my phone and, yes, I planned on using it, just not right this second.
I was two episodes into some reality show I’d never seen before when Kristy barreled into the room. “That was so much fun, Cammie. And I have to pee so effin’ bad, but when I’m done I want to hear everything.” She ran into the bathroom, and I heard the sound of the toilet seat clanging against the porcelain. “And I mean everything about what happened with you and Dalton. I’m dying!” she shouted extra loud so I could hear her over the fan whirring.
Clicking mute on the television, I bunched the white comforter up around my chest and waited for her to come back out. All of tonight’s revelations needed to be shared with my best friend, and I loved that she wanted to hear them all because I was dying to tell her.
She ran out, threw her shoes in the corner, and jumped onto my bed with me. “Tell me everything! What happened? Where did you guys go?”
I grinned, feeling giddy as I filled her in on everything she’d missed.
“So he’s a cop, huh?” she asked when I finished, biting on her bottom lip.
“Undercover,” I said to clarify.
“God, that’s hot. Why is that so hot?”
I shrugged, unable to come up with an answer. “Right? I thought the exact same thing when he told me.”
Kristy leaned her head against my arm as we stared at the muted television. “Are you okay with that?”
“Okay with what?” I asked as I pressed my head against hers.
“Him being a cop. Doesn’t bother you, does it?”
