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She shakes her head. “I can’t. Not there.”
Damn.
“Give me your phone,” she says.
She texts herself with it. “My address. Meet me there?”
I try to keep my cool, but my heart is racing with anticipation. “Yes, absolutely.”
We share an awkward goodbye, and I drive around town for hours while she teaches little kids the alphabet. I’d love to watch her teach. Love to see her with all the little kids. They probably idolize her.
I try to get a feel for the town she grew up in. There’s only one high school, so I drive around it a few times. Did she like high school? I hated it. She probably aced all her tests. Judging from the math team trophy I remember from her childhood room, anyway. Would we have been friends if we’d gone to the same school? More than friends?
Probably not. She’s so smart, and all those pictures of her from high school showed a pretty serious young lady. Shewouldn’t have given me the time of day. Not the stoner kid with long hair and no patience for class unless it was band.
Would I have noticed her, I wonder. I’d like to think I would. I have always liked her body type. The curves and softness. When I moved to Los Angeles, it got hard to find a woman with hips and a soft round tummy.
I’ve dreamed about Mallory’s cushiony body since the night I met her. Her beautiful figure, so feminine and captivating. I’m hard as I imagine spending hours worshiping those curves, handfuls of her that beg to be touched and explored. The jiggles and bounces of her plush skin under my fingertips. The thought of her warm, willing body beneath me makes me ache with desire.
At three, I pull up to a cute bungalow house and wait. It’s raining something fierce out there. I hope she’s driving carefully. Never worried about shit like that before I met her. Now, I’m always wondering if she’s safe. I never wanted to protect someone as much as I want to protect her.
It’s three-fifteen. I wonder if I should call the hospitals.Chill, dumbass. You want her taking her time on these roads. Not rushing to meet you.
At three-thirty, she finally pulls up in her little car. I’m out of mine and racing up to her window in an instant. She’s soaked and I can’t help but grin. She’s here. And she’s here for me.
She steps out of her car, drenched. Even in the rain, she looks stunning. Her hair is slicked back, and water droplets cling to her eyelashes. I’m not sure how I’m going to hold myself together with her standing right in front of me.
“Hi,” she says.
“You’re soaked,” I reply. “What happened to your umbrella?”
“A rogue gust of wind happened. It flipped my umbrella inside out.” Mallory shivers slightly, and I can’t resist reaching out to touch her arm. She’s so soft, and her skin is like velvetunder my fingers. I want to wrap her up in a warm blanket and keep her safe from the elements.
But not safe from me, and I’m probably the worst thing for her.
“Let’s get you inside and dry.”
As we go up the sidewalk to her house, my eyes wander over her body. Her clothes cling to her curves, and I can see the outline of her bra through her wet shirt. My mind starts to race with thoughts of what’s underneath. I want to explore every inch of her body while she talks to me about everything I’ve missed since February. Everything she thinks and feels and wonders about.
Man, I’ve got it bad. I don’t even know if she has a boyfriend now. Or if she has fond feelings for me or hates me for leaving town the day after we made love.
Her house is cozy, and I take off my coat and start a fire as she heads to the bedroom to change. I can’t help but watch her walk away, her hips swaying with each step.
God, she’s gorgeous.
When she returns in leggings and a sweatshirt, I’m struck by the big fuzzy socks on her feet. Why the fuck is that so sexy? She’s drying her hair with a towel and stops.
“What?” she asks. “Why are you staring at me?”
“Because you are everything in this world I want.”
I don’t even realize I said the words out loud until I see her face. Her eyes widen and she takes a step back. She’s surprised by my sudden confession, and I realize I should have chosen my words more carefully.
“I mean...” I stammer, my heart pounding. “Fuck. That’s exactly what I mean. Mallory, I’m in love with you. I have been since the minute I saw you backstage at the concert. Every fucking song on my new album is about you. I have no idea howI’m going to sell an entire album full of ballads, but it’s all I can write these days. All I can think about.”
Mallory is speechless. I can’t tell if she’s happy or angry or something else entirely.
“I know it’s crazy,” I continue. “And I know I don’t have the right to expect anything from you. I just had to tell you how I feel. That’s all. I just had to get it out there.”
