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Olive snorted. Leaning against the window, she turned to look at me. "What are you so nervous about?"
I blinked. "Who says I'm nervous?"
She reached over and clasped her hand on my knee, pressing my foot into the floor of the car. "You always used to tap your foot when you were anxious about something."
What was I anxious about? It wasn't her...it was the idea of her stepping out of this car, walking up those steps, and disappearing from my life again.
Ten years had passed, and I still remembered my last words to her.See you tomorrow.
And tomorrow had finally arrived, but the gap between that last day with her and today was too vast to understand. If she'd stayed in my life back then, would we even be together?
Was my attraction to her purely primal? Was it nostalgic? Or was there something deeper here? Could a tomorrow between us still exist?
There was only one thing I was sure about.
"I don't want this to be the last time I see you."
I stopped tapping my leg, but she didn't remove her hand.
Heat passed between her palm and my thigh. The awkwardness between us dissipated, but a different type of tension replaced it.
The space between her face and mine had almost completely disappeared.
Olive's eyes drifted to my lips. "Do you still want to know why I kissed you?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
"When we were in college and we kissed, it was like time paused. When I closed my eyes in your arms, the world fell away. I always felt safe. And sometimes, when we kissed, it was like everyone else disappeared and only you and I existed."
A knot formed in my throat. She'd never told me she felt like that with me...and it was exactly how her kiss had always affected me.
She smiled. "I wanted to see if kissing you still felt the same."
It one hundred percent did for me.
Her lips were so close to mine, I could feel her breath.
I cleared my throat. "Did it...feel the same?"
"Hmm." She pretended to think about it. "I can't remember."
"Maybe we should try again, you know...see if it's the same?"
"Maybe we should."
We leaned forward at the same time, our bodies colliding with each other, mouths opening, tongues sliding into each other's mouth. Not only did the world fall away, but so did all our pretenses.
In an actual private moment, neither of us held back. Hoisting her dress up her thighs, she crawled on top of me, continuing to kiss me as she straddled my lap on the backseat. My hands slid beneath the smooth fabric of her dress, the curve of her thighs more muscular than I remembered.
Fuck, she wasn't wearing underwear. My fucking cock swelled at the realization, and as my hands cupped her firm ass, Olive's mouth trailed down my neck. Goosebumps erupted on my skin where she kissed me. I leaned my head back, moaning as she rocked forward, her hot pussy pressing against the erection filling my pants.
From the front of the car, Jeffrey cleared his throat. "Erm, Mr. Wilson."
Olive froze against me, her muscles tensing. She leaned back, her cheeks flushing red, eyes as wide as the moon.
I leaned sideways and peered over her shoulder. Jeffrey had lowered the privacy screen just an inch, averting his gaze from the rear view mirror. "We're in a tow away zone. Er, would you, eh, like me to find better parking?"
Olive trembled with laughter, the sound contagious. I didn't want to stop, but I also didn't want to make any assumptions that might turn her off. Olive's hands squeezed my shoulders, and her eyes narrowed with intensity. "Come upstairs?"
