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“I can’t,” she says apologetically, almost as if she wishes she could say yes.
“Can I have your number?” Fuck, I’ve seriously lost my shit, but I don’t even care. The thought of never seeing her again is driving me senseless.
“You’re the one who said you’re not looking for anything more than one night,” she points out, throwing my earlier words back in my face.
She’s right. She’s so damn right, but...“I’ve changed my mind.”
“I’m sorry,” she mutters, “but I have to go.”
And with those words, I back up and watch as the first woman I’ve ever wanted something more from walks out the door and out of my life.
“I’ve stoppedby the club every damn day but nothing. If she’s returned, it’s not when I’ve been there.” It’s been over a month since Valentine’s Day—six weeks to be exact—and I can’t get the woman off my mind. I even checked the cameras to zoom in on her, but with the mask she was wearing, the only thing I have to go off of is her brown hair with blonde highlights, green eyes, and full, kissable lips. I did notice she has a tattoo on the inside of her wrist, but I couldn’t make out what it was.
Pretty much, I have zilch, so I doubt I’ll ever see her again.
“Never thought I’d see the day,” Micah says. “My baby brother is in love.”
I roll my eyes and take a swig of my beer, focusing on the basketball game that’s on the screen. It’s Sunday, and I’mhanging out at my brother’s place watching the game while Sienna cooks dinner.
“Did I just hear Lincoln’s in love?” Sienna asks, setting a bowl of chips on the table along with some dip. She’s got the phone pressed to her ear, obviously talking to someone, but she’s looking at me, waiting for an answer.
“He’s in full-on stalker mode,” Micah says with a smirk.
“I’m not stalking,” I correct with a glare. “I’m searching for her.”
“You hear that?” Sienna says to whoever is on the phone. “Stalking must run in the family.”
“That better not be my mom you’re talking to,” I hiss. The last thing I need is for her to get it in her head that I’m looking to settle down. The minute I turned thirty she started giving me shit and hasn’t stopped. It’s not that I’m unwilling...I’m not a commitment-phobe like she thinks. I’ve just always been content with my life and haven’t seen any reason to settle down. If someone wants to get married, good for them. If they want to settle down and start a family, that’s great. I’ve just never had the desire...Until now.
Fuck, this is so stupid. I don’t even know what the woman looks like. Under that mask could be a fucking alien for all I know.
But she smells sweet like vanilla and tastes even better. Her lips are soft, and her skin is creamy. And when I’d make her come, she’d release the sexiest moan.
Nope, definitely not an alien.
“I’m not talking to your mom.” Sienna giggles. “Though, they are on their way with the girls, so if you don’t want her to know, make sure you don’t talk about this mystery woman when they’re here.”
“So, if you’re not in love,” Micah says, “why are you searching for her?”
“The woman from Valentine’s Day,” Sienna says to whoever is on the phone.
“Sienna, stop telling people my business,” I bark, which only makes her roll her eyes.
“It’s just my sister,” she says. “Now answer Micah’s question. Why are you searching for this woman? What was her name again?”
“Liz.” Or Kitten, as I called her due to the Venetian cat mask she was wearing. “And I’m searching for her because...” I scrub my hand over my face, fully aware that what I’m about to say is going to sound insane. “Because I think she might be the one.”
“What?” Sienna gasps. “What do you meanthe one? Like the woman you want to spend your life with? How could you possibly know that after one night?”
“Micah knew you were the one after only seeing you once,” I point out.
“He’s not wrong.” Micah shrugs.
“Yeah, but you don’t even know what she looks like,” Sienna argues.
“Doesn’t matter,” I tell her. “I know what I felt. When we kissed, when I was inside her...What we experienced runs deeper than looks.” When we were lying in bed between rounds to give our bodies time to recoup, we talked, connected on a deeper level.
“Sometimes it feels like my life isn’t my own,” she whispered in the dark.“But tonight, you gave me back a part of myself.”
