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“Yeah, nice way of putting it,” he says through a laugh. “And that’s all everyone here sees me as.”
“Alex–”
“She was a nurse,” he says, cutting me off.
“Really?” I ask, a small smile forming.
“Yeah.” He nods. “She was caring, generous, and always made sure everyone, especially me, was okay.”
“She sounds like an amazing woman,” I tell him, squeezing his hand gently.
“She was.”
“I’m sure she’s proud of you, Alex. You know, Dottie told me she knew your mom. She said she raised you to be a good man, and that there’s more to you than what meets the eye.”
“And what do you think?” he asks, pinning me with his jeweled eyes.
There’s something in them that’s begging me to see him. Begging me to see that he’s more than what everyone thinks. I don’t know why he needsmeto validate this, but I can’t deny him, especially when I can see he’s in a vulnerable state.
“I think she’s right.”
Brushing my cheek with the tips of his fingers, Alex tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and palms my cheek. The gold flecks in his eyes are shimmering with raw emotion, and he leans forward.
Like two magnets in close proximity, my lips are pulled towards his, and the moment they touch, a low thrum starts in my blood – a rush, a current, a storm of mixed emotions flowing through me.
And then it’s like a dam breaks – an immediate flood.
Pressing me back into the couch, Alex kisses me with a desperation I’m all too willing to give in to.
He let me see him. He made himself vulnerable for me. He trusted me with why he feels lost, just looking for his way back. Maybe I can help him.
With the pass of his tongue along the seam of my lips, I open for him, and our tongues meet in a slow dance I can feel deep in my core.
Moaning, I grip the back of his neck, holding him to me, my nails digging into his skin. Every sweep sends a wave of need straight through me, and I can’t seem to get close enough.
He kisses me hard, his lips drinking from mine, and I feel it in my chest.
That pull.
That something in me that’s calling to something in him.
I don’t understand it, and I don’t know if I want to. I want to think that maybe this thing between us is born from something primal and basic.
Instinct.
Fate.
Alex squeezes my hand that’s between us. He’s keeping me grounded even while I feel like I’m flying out of my body.
Sliding my hand up into his silken hair, I press him even closer to me.
I need him to want me as badly as I want him.
I need him to see that I’m just as desperate as him to escape into the other.
He pulls away though, and leans his forehead against mine, our ragged breaths and pounding hearts the only sounds filling my ears.
“Mel,” he rasps, stroking my cheek.
