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They’re forgotten because his kisses are explosive. He makes my insides turn to mush. Last night was epic for me, and seeing the lust in his eyes spurred me across the finish line.
I hope he isn’t turned off by it—and I really hope he doesn’t think I’m just another girl trying to get into his pants. My cobb salad arrives, and I reach in my purse to see if Hagan has messaged me and realize my phone is missing. I check my pants and coat pocket. Empty. “Do you have my phone?”
“Oh, no. Do you think you left it in the dressing room?” Ginger asks.
Shrugging my shoulders, I ask, “Can you call the store for me and ask them to check? I can’t walk anymore.”
She calls and the operator transfers the call to the correct department. When no one answers, she switches her to lost and found. They take her name and number and promise to search the area and dressing rooms for my phone.
The food tastes so good I could eat two of these salads. I should have added grilled chicken for the extra protein but that was extra money I do not have now that I splurged on a new outfit.
“I still can’t believe you let your guard down. Hagan is so fun to be around. Joe just clicked with him from the beginning. We need to plan our double dates.” Ginger claps her hands four or five times then jumps out of her seat to hug me.
I lean my head into her side, and though I’m hopeful, Hagan hasn’t defined our relationship. It’s too early to be thinking of a future. “Slow down Ging. He didn’t ask for my hand in marriage.”
As soon as the word rolls off my tongue, images of Hagan with his arms around me on the beach flash in my brain. We’re both wearing white gauzy material. His dark hair is perfectly messy and wears the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, showing off those amazing forearms.
She gets a text from Joe. Ginger covers her mouth while reading it then hands the phone to me.
“Hagan’s been called into Coach’s office for fighting with Chaz. I’ll call you later, Red.”
“He’s fighting over you, Addy Bug.”
My whole face scrunches. Hagan shouldn’t waste his energy on Chaz. Is Hagan having second thoughts about me? Maybe I’m the one not worth it.
When we get back to the apartment, I put away my new outfit and sit on the bed. I wonder if Hagan’s tried to reach me, wishing I had my phone. Hagan can easily get a message to me through Joe and Ginger, but then again I could do the same.
One of us has to make a move. Hagan took all the risks in getting Logan to invite me to the ballgame. What can I do to prove I’m interested and not going to back off?
I doze off, and when I wake, most of the light from outside is now gone. The slats of my blinds showing shadows of tree branches. I put on my pajamas, deciding to sleep the night away. But first, I need to go to the kitchen for a bedtime snack and a glass of water.
As I open the door, I hear low rumblings and laughter coming from down the hall. Ginger and Joe are probably watching television. When I reach the living area, Hagan’s sitting in the bean bag. His dimples are deep with his hands clasped behind his head as he laughs watching a comedy special.
“Addy, look who came to see you.” Ginger’s grin stretches from coast to coast.
Hagan slowly lowers his hands and scans my body, clearly thinking about last night. I feel exposed like I’m going through an infrared scanner at the airport. The smile drops from his perfectly formed lips as he licks them. His stare makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
I look down at myself and realize that my pajamas aren’t sexy at all. No skimpy shorts and tank.
Nope. I have on fluffy, thick lounge pants that have dogs all over them and a long sleeve thermal tank and of course, I took off my bra. I spin on my feet to leave. “I’m just going to get dressed.”
Hagan jumps over the chair between the bean bag and me. “No, I’ll leave. Ginger said you were wiped.” His hand grazes my arm and suddenly I feel the need to shed my clothes. “I love your pants.”
He takes my fingers in his—not quite a hand hold—just fingertips. He leads me to the kitchen where he sits on the bar stool and pulls me into him.
I stretch my neck and raise my eyebrows. Is he serious? In the interest of keeping a level playing field, I say, “I like yours too.”
His head drops looking at his jeans which are just jeans. Nothing special. Just blue jeans with a worn look. But he brings me between his legs, letting his arms skate around my waist. Hagan’s touch lights me up. “I tried calling you. I was beginning to think you were ghosting me. Maybe our make out session didn’t live up to your standards.”
A laugh of disbelief escapes my throat. “My standards? You’re the one with all the campus hotties.”
“I’ve told you not to believe everything you hear. But yes, your standards.” He nips at my nose. “I want to surpass every standard you have. I don’t want there to be one reason why you won’t go out with me, Adalee.”
The tone of his voice is caring but authoritative at the same time. He’s confident in what he wants and right now it’s me. His hands splay across my back, holding me in place while taking my lips in his. It’s a kiss that says, “Let’s explore this.”
Ginger’s phone rings breaking the spell. I forgot she and Joe were even here and that I’m sporting my fuzzy pjs.
“Hey, it’s the department store. They found your phone. When do you want to pick it up?”
