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Cody
Taylor canceled the rest of her plans for the day, so the police had time to question her about what had happened. Harrison, Ethan, and I answered questions, too. My adrenaline was the only thing holding my memory together. It had all happened so fucking fast.
Taylor walking through the crowd with some douchebags, blatantly ignoring the fact that they’d separated her and Harrison. Harrison trying to shove past the assholes to get to her. That creep emerging from the crowd and grabbing Taylor.
I hadn’t thought twice. The moment Harrison had her out of the way, I was on the guy, pinning him to the ground. He wasn’t going to get away again. It took every ounce of my energy not to beat the fuck out of him the way he deserved.
Apparently, Taylor had accidentally posted an Instagram story broadcasting her location instead of putting it in her queue for later, which was how he knew where she was. I was so grateful that we’d been that close to her, so nothing bad happened.
The guy was in custody and was going to stay there while we sorted everything out. It was going to be okay.
“I’m so tired,” Taylor said, as she tried to wiggle her boots off next to the door.
“Understandable,” I said, holding out my arm so she could balance. Just that slight touch through my sleeve was electric. I hadn’t touched her in ages. “Why don’t you go take a shower to unwind?”
“Okay. I just need a quick one.” She got her boots off and walked back to the bathroom.
“Nice save back there,” Ethan said with a nod.
“Thanks,” I murmured, peeling off my jacket. The heels of my hands were scraped up, and I hadn’t had the chance to bandage them yet. “At least we know the piece of shit is in custody, so we don’t have to worry about him anymore. Did anyone tell you when they’d have more information on him?”
“No, he had to get processed first,” Harrison said.
The police department was busy, so that might have taken anywhere from an hour to a handful of days. We discussed the conversations we’d had with law enforcement about the incident, making sure we were all aware of what was going on. I was confident that we’d done enough to help them with the case.
“I’m going to go bandage this up.” I held up my scraped-up hand.
Taylor’s apartment had a number of bathrooms, but the only one with the first aid kit was the one that she was in. Thankfully, the room was split into two sections, one with the shower and a separate door with the toilet, and another with her enormous sink and mirror. I dug through the drawers until I found the kit and started cleaning my wound again.
The water turned off while I was in the middle of cleaning it. I tried to hustle to get it finished and get out before Taylor emerged, but I couldn’t do it fast enough.
“Oh!” Taylor’s eyes widened.
Her wet hair was slicked back away from her face, and her towel was wrapped around her body. The towel wasn’t tiny, but it showed more than enough skin to get every nerve in my body to wake up.
“Sorry, I was just…” I held up my bandaged hand.
“Oh.” Her eyes softened. “Did you get hurt anywhere else?”
I shook my head, sucking in a breath when she took my hand. “I’m fine.”
She didn’t let go of me, though. Her towel stayed up, but it slid down an inch or two. She was so close, close enough for me to tear off that towel and kiss her the way I wanted to. Just to feel her and know deep in my gut that she was here and okay.
“Thank you for saving me,” she said, lacing her fingers in mine. “For stopping the guy.”
“It’s my job.”
“You did it well, then.” She pressed a kiss to my fingertips, sending bolts of sensations up and down my arm. “My stalker’s gone. Do you know how safe that makes me feel?”
“Very safe, I’m guessing.”
“Yeah.” She tilted her head to the side and looked up at me, her brown eyes catching the light from above the sink. She was so achingly beautiful like this. Just pure Taylor.
I wasn’t sure what made me snap—the scent of her freshly washed skin, her eyes, the towel that was slipping down millimeter by millimeter. But I lost my composure and kissed her the way I’d been dying to since the last day I had.
She was immediately receptive, throwing her arms around my shoulders and pressing her body to mine. I didn’t care that she was still damp and getting my clothes wet. I just wanted to feel her all over.
She tore the towel off and threw it to the side, then got to work on the buttons of my shirt. Her skin was flushed, maybe from arousal, or maybe from the shower. My hands skimmed around to her ass, squeezing the soft globes. I’d missed her ass. I’d missed fucking it. I missed all of this.
