Page 188 of Well That Happened

Lexi exhales sharply. “Wow. That’s… a lot.”

“Tell me about it.” I rub my temples. “I convinced myself I couldn’t have this. But now they’re here, and it’s like my brain short-circuited.”

“Do you want them to be there?”

I pause, heart pounding. “Yes. I don’t know. I missed them so much it hurts, but I’m scared. What if this doesn’t work? What if I get hurt again?”

“Rilee,” Lexi says gently, “it’s okay to be scared. But you don’t have to have all the answers right now. Take it one step at a time.”

I nod, even though she can’t see me. “You’re right. One step at a time.”

“Exactly. And remember, I’m just a call away if you need to talk or vent or anything.”

A small smile tugs at my lips. “Thanks, Lex. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Anytime, babe. Now go back out there and take a deep breath. You’ve got this.”

I hang up, feeling a little more centered. One step at a time.

A soft knock interrupts my thoughts.

“Rilee? You okay?”

Hunter’s voice is muffled but unmistakable.

I take a deep breath.

“Yeah, just… give me a sec.”

I splash cold water on my face, trying to steady myself. When I open the door, Hunter’s concern is evident.

“You sure you’re okay?”

I nod, forcing a smile. “Just needed a minute.”

He steps closer, his presence comforting.

“Come on,” he says gently. “Let’s get some air.”

We walk to the kitchen, the silence between us filled with unspoken emotions. He leans against the counter, watching me.

“I missed you,” he admits.

I look up, meeting his gaze. “I missed you too.”

He steps forward, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Can I kiss you?”

I nod, and his lips meet mine—soft, tentative, filled with longing. The world fades away.

He lifts me onto the counter, his hands gripping my hips. Our kisses deepen, passion igniting.

His hands skim under the hem of my shirt, slow and reverent.

My scrubs are pulled off, and his pants are worked open.

My breathing is a mess, and I clutch his shoulders like they’re the only thing tethering me to reality.

He presses the wide head of his cock forward, parting my lips, gazing down at the spot where we’re barely joined. It’s erotic… perfect.

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