Page 9 of Love Unforgettable
“Lexie, it’s late at night, I’m not letting you out at the end of the driveway.”
“It’s my house, Trevor, it’s fine.”
He looks at me, face set.
“Let me get the gate,” I say jumping out of the car. I could just give him the code to open it himself, but I don’t want to. Plus, I’m nervous. If I open the gate, he gets closer to the house. And with the house comes the front door. The closer he is to my front door, the more likely I am to invite him in. And once I invite him in, I’ll have sex with him, and then I’ll get all caught up in the emotions and will jump right back in where we left off.
I wait until he drives through the entrance, then close the gate behind him. Once I’m back in the car it’s a ten second drive to my house. I can hear my dogs howling before I even open the passenger door.
“Thank you for the ride, Trevor.”
“No problem, Lexie. Hey, can you come around to my side for a sec?”
By the time I get around the car, he’s rolled the driver side window down.
“Everything okay?” I ask, tilting my head to see him.
“No,” he says. “Can you just, can you come a little closer?” I lean down to the window height.
“Right here . . . I just need—” he says.
I poke my head partway through his open window.
“That’s better,” he says. “I just wanted to see your beautiful face one more time before I leave for the night.”
My insides go to jelly when he says that. I open my mouth to respond but have no idea what I want to say. He reaches his left hand up to cup my cheek, his eyes go to my lips.
Ohmigod. He’s going to kiss me. I just know it.
I brace myself.
His lips softly touch mine, a whoosh of warmth rushes through my body. I grip the car door to keep from climbing through the window.
Stop the kiss, Lexie.
His tongue probes, encouraging me to open further. I can’t help myself. It’s so good and I’ve waited so long.
He pulls away after another moment. We are both breathing hard for such a soft kiss.
“I know you said I couldn’t sleep in your bed tonight, but can I come in for a little bit?” he asks.
I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak.
He smiles, but it’s small. “You’ll still meet me for lunch tomorrow?”
I nod.
“Does one o’clock work?”
I nod again.
“You know where the office is?”
I clear my throat, but it does no good. I still sound frog-like when I answer. “Yep.” I look down at my feet and shuffle them a bit in the gravel of my drive.
He starts to pull away, then stops and leans his head out the window, looking back toward me. “Hey, Lex?”
I look up at him.
“I still love you,” he says. “I never stopped.”
And with that he drives away. I watch his tail lights reach the end of the drive, pause for the gate to open, then head west, toward a hotel. Only then do I turn to go into the house and greet my seven still howling Siberian Huskies.
