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Pulling back, I said, “Thank you for coming over.”
Her eyes were soft, her lips slightly parted as if she wanted more.
With one last kiss, I pulled open the door. I regretted not putting on pants because I couldn’t walk her out.
“You’d better stay here,” she said with a smirk in the direction of my dick, which stood at attention from the kiss.
“Night, Sophie,” I said, as she slipped through the door and disappeared. I ran a hand through my hair, snapping to action. I needed to get dressed, not look like I had thoroughly fucked Sophie when I showed up at her dad’s.
Her sister, Ellie, had this way of seeing right through you. And I didn’t want her to guess at what happened.
I wasn’t ready to share it with anyone. I wanted Sophie to myself. No interference from either of our families. I wanted to explore this new relationship that, hopefully, wouldn’t have an end date.
Anticipation hummed under my skin as I got dressed, grabbed my keys, and headed out the door.
* * *
If Ellie thought something was up when I came to pick up Kendall, she didn’t let on. She’d said the kids had a good time, eating popcorn, playing ping-pong, and watching movies. She’d assured me she kept an eye on them.
They were only nine and ten, and I hadn’t noticed any signs that Kendall was even interested in boys yet, thankfully.
I had more energy on my run this morning, flying through my normal route, and arrived earlier than usual at Sophie’s bakery. I got my breathing under control, went through some stretches, and rested against the wall while I waited.
When she came around the corner, headed in my direction, the sight of her sucked the air from my lungs. Her hair was braided over one shoulder, the tip hanging over the curve of her breast.
“Morning,” she said softly when she reached me.
“Morning, beautiful.” I pulled her into my arms, kissing her like I’d imagined all night.
She pulled back slightly, her lips swollen, her eyes bright. “We should go inside.”
There was still a burglar at large. “Right.”
I waited while she unlocked the door and silenced the alarm. We went through our morning routine, but it felt different. I’d been inside her last night. The one thing I’d thought about most of my adult life: What would it feel like when it finally happened? Would she regret it?
I grabbed a water, dropped cash by her register, and then joined her in the kitchen.
“So, about last night…” she began, her hands fluttering by her side.
Did she have regrets? My heart plummeted. I was flying so high I hadn’t even suspected she felt differently.
“I’m not sure it was a good idea.” Her words were stilted, her gaze on me.
“It felt right to me,” I said evenly as I moved closer to her.
She grimaced. “Our history isn’t the best.”
I didn’t stop until I stood in front of her. With a hand on her shoulder, I slowly turned her until she faced me. There were dark circles under her eyes.
“We have to do better with communication but, Sophie, we’re not kids anymore. We’re not held hostage by our families. We’re in control of our destinies. And some part of me has always known you’re the one.”
She gasped softly at my declaration. “You can’t say things like that. You bring me right back to where we used to be.”
“What’s so wrong with that?” I asked, my tone soft, but my heart was beating loudly in my ears, drowning out everything else.
“It didn’t work out the first time.” Her expression was earnest.
I tugged on the end of her braid. “Because we were too young. Now we’re adults, and we know what we want.”
