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I missed him. I hated how much.
“Are you better now?” I really wanted to ask if he missed me. But I wasn’t prepared for a negative response.
We lingered nevertheless. He seemed to want to say something but seemed lost for words again. I’d experienced that often with Drake. When we first met, he’d gawk at me as though he’d lost his tongue.
I sighed. “Oh well, best get inside and get a drink, since you’ve decided to give me the cold shoulder.”
I went to walk off when he grabbed my wrist.
“No. Let’s go for a walk to the cliffs and talk.”
I stared down at my chunky heeled shoes.
“Take them off.”
A little smirk grew on my face. “That’s what you said to me the last time we met, but it wasn’t my shoes.”
Finally, he cracked a smile, and my heart unwound like a flower about to bloom.
“Here”—he held out his hand—“I’ll hold on to you.” Like the sunlight bursting through a bleak, cloudy day, his smile grew.
As he linked his arm in mine, his familiar male scent hit me, and a surge of arousal turned my legs to jelly.
Underused facial muscles ached as I smiled brightly. “Where are you taking me?”
“Somewhere private.”
“Mm… that sounds dangerous.”
Yes please.
He stopped walking and turned to me. “I wouldn’t describe it as that… more like me trying to unravel a puzzle.”
“Oh, now you’ve got me completely fascinated.”
We headed for the cliffs.
“I won’t be able to walk up there in these for sure.” I bent and took off my shoes. “Luckily, I didn’t wear stockings. I just coated my legs in fake tan instead.”
He helped take off my shoes, then his hand stroked my calf, and who would have thought the calf could be an erogenous zone?
“You’re already naturally olive-skinned without that stuff on you,” he said.
“My tan’s fading since my one and only beach holiday.”
I had to walk lightly as pebbles dug into the soles of my feet.
He stopped walking and, noticing my discomfort because Drake always noticed things like that, suggested, “Let’s sit here.”
We found a bench with a perfect view of the sea thumping against the cliff’s edge.
“I often come here to think,” he said.
“You’re deep, aren’t you?” I smiled weakly. “The opposite of me.”
“I wouldn’t exactly call you shallow.”
“What would you call me?” I tilted my head.
