Page 3 of Until I Found You
I let him drink me in standing before him, reminding him of everything he let go of when he chose to run away rather than face his problems head on.
It’s terrible of me to say, knowing the series of events which led him to leaving, but it doesn’t change the fact he hurt me when he did.
Seeing him look at me the same way he did all those years ago lights something within me that’s been burned out, withering away for a long time. I’ve tried to move on, used meaningless relationships with nameless guys as a way of burying my feelings for him.
Staring back at him, I wonder if he’s having the same thoughts I am, about how time and distance has changed things between us but the connection between us is still there.
I feel confident and sexy, watching the way his eyes eat up every inch of my body, down to my painted red toes back up over my chest and to my face.
“If that’s all, don’t let the door hit you on the way out, Graham. Travel safe when you head back to Chicago,” I say, opening the closet to search for something to wear.
Peeking my head out from behind the door, I spot Graham reaching down to adjust himself. Biting my lip, I clear my throat as his eyes dart over meeting mine.
“Oh, and do me a favor, will ya?” I smile, loving how wound up he looks, waiting for what I’m about to say.
My smile widens, knowing I have him right where I want him. “Lock the door for me when you go. I wouldn’t want anymore strangers showing up at my door and inviting themselves inside.”
Leaving him with a wink, I force myself to focus on what I’m doing. I’m glad he can’t see me now because my cover would be blown.
I’m so spaced out, thinking about the way he looked at me, that I can’t even think straight.
My ears perk, listening for any signs of him leaving. I hear him mutter something about me being a pain in his ass followed by shuffling feet before the door opens. The sounds from outside filter into the apartment and down the hall, then a moment later the door closes once again.
Stepping out from behind the closet door, I take a seat on the edge of the bed and fall back, looking up at the ceiling fan spinning around.
Graham is the only man who’s ever made my heart beat out of my chest.
What he’s doing back in Arbor Creek, I have no idea, but I’m glad to see him again.
