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He releases me and I’m overwhelmed, confused, and very very hot. I wave my hand in my face and he laughs.
“What?” I ask pushing his shoulder. “It’s hot.”
“It’s definitely that,” he jokes and pulls me in for a hug. I rest my head on his shoulder and kiss his earlobe because I want to. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”
“I thought you didn’t like me after you ditched me.”
He sighs. “I didn’t ditch you, but I thought you didn’t like me that way.”
“I do,” I say, “like you that way.”
“Same here.”
“Thank you for coming to get me.”
“Did I persuade you to come over?”
“You did.”
He whoops and stands, holding his hand out to help me up. I follow him down the steps, over the tiny fence and into his aunt’s cute cottage. When we walk into the small kitchen he turns to me, squeezing my hand.
“I’m going to kiss you again.”
I nod and he pulls me in for a quick, intense melding of our lips. Oh boy, I don’t think I’m going to be able to sit next to him all summer without wanting to jump him.
My hand threads through his short hair and I pull on it a little. He growls and lets me go.
“Follow me, Hatchet,” he says using his silly nickname for me.
I take his hand and realize I might follow him anywhere.
CHAPTER 7
HELLO, AGAIN
MOLLIE NOW
It’s Owen, of course, it’s him. How else would I be reunited with a long-lost boyfriend other than my bikini bottoms being torn off?
He’s certainly grown up since we were 18-year-old kids. He’s more filled out, not huge, but he definitely works out. There are sprinkles of grays in his shaggy dark hair and those baby blues are still mesmerizing.
“I like the beard,” I say like an idiot.
“Thanks, I like the hair,” he gestures to my hair which is most surely a mess from lying on a wet shower floor.
I roll my eyes. “Still a charmer I see.”
He smiles but there’s something missing. Like, for instance, the years we’ve been apart living our lives, forgetting each other. We stare at each other for a beat and it’s a little awkward.
“Did I say it’s good to see you?” he asks.
I nod. “You did.”
“Oh shit,” he says looking down at my towel. “You’re bleeding.”
My towel has a red blotch at my hip where the shower door scraped me. “Oops, didn’t realize I broke the skin.”
“Make sure you check for splinters too.”
