Page 36 of We Thought We Knew It All
“I’ve had ten years to get up to your standard.”
“My standard?” I laughed.
“The one you should have. The one you deserve. Not the idiot boy who fell in love with you and let you go, but the man who kicks himself for it every day.”
Forgetting how to speak, I kissed him with as much fire as I could muster. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me onto the bed. He didn’t stop kissing me as I lay back, his body hovering over mine. His lips left a trail of heat as they moved down across my collarbone and over my bra. He paused over my stomach and embarrassment started in. I shoved at him, wanting to hide my stomach from view.
Jacks and Liam had been natural births, but Declan’s was complicated. An emergency C-section left me with a permanent scar that stretched across the space near my panty line.
“Jamie,” I pleaded.
He raised his eyes to meet mine as he bent in closer, brushing the scar with the lightest of kisses. “Battle scars.” He winked.
I took his hand in mine, pulling him back toward me. Fitting my lips to his, I pressed close, intertwining our legs as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.
I gripped his back as he moved and strained, my head swimming with the realization that Jamie Daniels was still very much in my heart. My love for him hadn’t gone away. It’d only lain dormant, waiting for a time when it could come back stronger than ever.
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Jamie
Callie curled against me, her hair covering her face. I brushed it back with my fingers to see a shy smile appearing.
“Morning,” she whispered.
I ran a hand down her bare back, leaning in to kiss her head.
Being here with her had a surreal quality, almost like a dream and I was afraid to wake up.
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
She snorted. “Yeah, I’m sure my bedhead is real attractive.”
“As long as it’s in bed with me, it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.”
She reached up to flatten her hair, but I caught her hands in mine.
“Don’t even think about it.” I laughed. “I like you all messy.”
“Weirdo.”
“You used to like weird.” I grazed my lips across her shoulder.
“This feels weird, doesn’t it?” She shifted so she was facing me. “Us. Like going back in time.”
“Back then we never got to wake up together.”
“You know what I mean.” She shook her head. “It’s different now. We’re older.”
“We’re not even thirty.”
“I have three kids!”
“Okay.” I chuckled. “Maybe you’re old.”
That earned me a half-hearted punch to the shoulder. Her eyes widened as they followed her fist.
“Jamie,” she gasped, reaching toward the collection of scars on my shoulder.
