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Michael…
I’m melting into a pool of honey with every stroke of his tongue. Our mouths are hot, urgent and searing. I can’t breathe, I don’t want to breathe. I’m drowning in this man as our tongues entangle like lovers.
I don’t know how long I’ve been kissing him. But I don’t want to stop.
This is the most perfect kiss I’ve ever experienced.
This is the most perfect moment in my life.
“Uh… Amanda,” he says, parting from me.
My eyes crack open. Michael’s lips are too far away. Damn. “What?” I close my eyes, trying to conjure up that kiss again. “Michael,” I whisper almost angrily. “Come back.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he assures me. “I promise.” His firm hand cups the side of my face. “You need to wake up now.”
A loud click sounds, and soft amber light spreads in the room.
I open my eyes, mostly awake. We’re sitting on the bed, in the twilight, and there’s a painful distance between us.
“I popped the pill inside your mouth,” he explains. “Can you have a drink of water?” He offers me the glass.
I grab it and take a swig, then I leave it on the night table. “What happened to my kiss?” I blurt, confused, as I glide my fingers over my brow, then rake them through my hair.
“What kiss?” he asks in a tranquil tone.
I rub my eyes. “The…” I purse my lips as I wonder—wait. Did I just make out with his finger? I blush. “Never mind. Where am I?”
“You’re in my house in Playa del Rey,” he replies, watching me with fathomless blue eyes. He speaks unhurriedly, as if nothing in the world was more important than he and I.
Playa del Rey. The house of my dreams.
Silence sails between us for a while, where our eyes remain locked on each other’s. There’s something about Michael—I can’t quite explain it. Being with him suddenly feels likehome.
He heaves a heavy sigh. “You fell asleep in my truck,” he continues. “I didn’t know where you lived, so I brought you to my place.”
Little by little, the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, and I can’t help but blush as the memories come back to me. My cheeks are on fire, but thankfully, the lights are dim enough that he won’t notice.
Michael’s mouth slightly opens, but no sound comes through. He hesitates to speak, then suddenly says, “Um… You should go back to sleep.” He purses his lips and fluffs my pillows with a light pat of his hand. “We can talk more in the morning.”
He starts to rise from the bed when I tell him, “Wait.”
Michael stops. “Yeah?”
“Can you stay with me tonight, please?” What the hell am I saying? What if he has a girlfriend? “I don’t want to be alone.” I want to hold on to that peaceful feeling that floods me when he’s near. And this time, it’s a conscious choice.
The corner of his lips curls ever so slightly. “If you want me to. Sure.” The smile blooms in his mouth when he starts. “Wait. Let me get something for your wrist. I’ll be right back.”
The room is spinning again. Shit.
I wait and listen to his footsteps padding down the hallway.
“Here we go,” he says in a throaty voice as he sits on the bed. “Now, lay back for me.”
Oh, gods. Even as the drowsiness returns, I’m feeling the blood rise to my face. I never realized Michael was so damn sexy. Carefully, he slips a pillow underneath my arm and wraps an ice pack around my wrist.
He’s taking care of me. This is what caring feels like. How did I get so lucky? I close my eyes, and can’t help but think about that kiss I never got. And with that thought, I allow myself to drift off into a deep sleep.
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