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“Thank you for an amazing evening,” I say, turning and facing him when we reach the door.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he says, his eyes looking so much darker than ever before.
Nick steps forward, one hand snaking around my waist and resting on my lower back. His other hand comes up to cup my cheek. My breathing halts completely as I wait to see what happens next.
Kiss me, I beg.
Our eyes remain locked for what feels like forever. We have an entire conversation without saying a word. I can see everything swirling around from his own desire to his hesitation. We’re treading in muddy water right now, trapped somewhere between friends and coworkers. An undercurrent is pulling us straight toward the tide that could either bring us together or rip us apart.
It’s where friendship and coworkers still remains, but so does something more.
Lovers.
“I want to kiss you so badly,” he whispers, my blood swooshing in my ears and drowning out everything around me.
“I really, really want you to kiss me,” I say, and I do. I really, really do.
He moves slowly, much like he did when we were sprawled out on the floor at the skating rink, and I know he’s giving me the chance to change my mind. But what he doesn’t realize is that I won’t. I need this kiss as much as I need oxygen.
So he moves the rest of the way, until his lips touch mine. Neither one of us moves for a heartbeat as we savor the feel of the other. His lips are soft, just as I imagined, and little shockwaves of lust zip through my body.
Then, he starts to deepen the kiss and doesn’t disappoint. His hands grasp the sides of my face as he takes complete control of the moment. His tongue slides along the seam of my mouth, begging for entrance. The moment I open my mouth, I’m almost overwhelmed with sensations. I can feel him, taste him, smell him. I’ve never wanted someone, wanted something more than I do right now.
My arms wrap around his shoulders as I press my body against his. His shoulders are ridiculous, and the feel of those hard muscles beneath my fingers only seems to add fuel to an already burning desire. It takes everything I have not to climb him like a tree, wrapping my legs around his body, and swallowing him whole.
Thisis a kiss.
Before I have a chance to test out my tree-climbing skills, his lips start to slow. His open mouth outlines my lips as if he’s memorizing the way I feel. I want to invite him in, and I almost do, but something has me holding back just a little.
I’m almost there.
Nick places one last kiss on my swollen lips before pulling back. My eyes are still closed and I’m afraid to move. If I move, I may break the spell or wake up from this dream.
When I finally do open my eyes, he’s smiling at me, a look that conveys his excitement (and I’m not just talking about what was happening in his shorts. There was definitely something going on down there). He rubs the apple of my cheek with his thumb and whispers, “Best kiss ever.”
Definitely.
One hundred percent.
Best. Kiss. Ever.
I can’t even speak. He’s rendered me completely speechless. So I just smile up at him, letting him know that I agree wholeheartedly, and wouldn’t mind another round of tonsil hockey.
But Nick doesn’t catch my subliminal request for more kissing, which is slightly disappointing. Instead, he takes another step back, putting great distance between us. “Can I call you tomorrow?” he asks with a bit of hopefulness.
“Yes.”
I’m rewarded with a boyish grin as he turns to head down the steps. I should probably unlock my door, but I don’t want to move. I want to stay right here, watching him. When he reaches his car door, he turns back my way. “I’m not leaving until you’re safely inside.”
“Well, then you might want to get comfortable,” I sass.
“Meghan,” he grumbles, my name a curse on his tongue. “Get inside.”
“Fine. Good night,” I reply with a smile, turning and unlocking my front door. Before I step over the threshold, I glance back his way one more time. He hasn’t moved, letting me know he’s not going anywhere until I’m safely tucked away behind locked doors.
I give him a wave and step inside, slowly closing the door behind me. As soon as the lock is engaged, I run over to the window, moving the blinds just enough to see his car through the cracks. He’s still standing there beside his car, smiling at the door I just closed. He looks happy, which in turn makes me feel elated.
I step away from the blinds and set my purse on the table. A pair of running shoes by the door catches my attention, but for the first time, instead of feeling that all-consuming sadness sweep over me, I smile. I grin at the shoes and at the memory of the kiss I just shared with Nick.
Am I healed?
Hell no.
But am I looking ahead, instead of over my shoulder?
Yes.
Nick did that. He’s making me feel again. And yes, that’s both exciting and completely terrifying, but I know that as long as he’s by my side, helping me, I feel almost invincible. Like I can do anything again.
Like I can live.
