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“I wanted to.”
For a moment, we just stood there, the night stretching around us. Then I leaned down and brushed my mouth overhers. The kiss was slow, soft, and deliberate. Her lips parted, her breath catching against mine, and the taste of her hit me all at once. Warm. Sweet. Fucking addictive.
Temptation was riding me, so I pulled back before I lost control.
Ivy’s eyes stayed on mine, dazed and bright. “Good night, Saxon.”
“Night, sunshine.”
I waited for her to be safely shut inside, then forced myself to turn and walk away before I did something I’d regret, like follow her upstairs. When I slid behind the wheel again, I could still taste her.
As I pulled away from the curb, one thought settled in, low and certain. Tomorrow, I would be there to drive her home again.
4
IVY
Sunshine filtered through my blinds as I blinked the sleep from my eyes the following morning. The memory of Saxon’s kiss replayed in my head all night, so I didn’t get much rest. I headed straight to the kitchen to start the coffee brewing before hopping in the shower.
I was halfway through my first cup when my phone buzzed.
Saxon
Good morning.
His text was simple, but my pulse still sped up when I saw it. I typed out a reply before repeatedly stabbing my finger against the delete key because it looked too eager.
While I was trying to figure out what to say, another buzz lit up the screen.
Saxon
I enjoyed our conversation last night.
A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. I’d spent most of the drive rambling while he listened in silence, occasionallynodding or humming as though I’d said something profound instead of sharing every random thought that popped into my head. Except for the ones about him, which was my only saving grace. It would’ve been mortifying if I’d blurted out how tempted I was to climb into his lap.
Me
That wasn’t a conversation. I did all the talking.
He replied almost immediately.
Saxon
I like the sound of your voice.
Heat crept up my neck.
Then another message followed.
Saxon
And I enjoyed getting to know you.
That was much sweeter than I expected from the intense football player who hadn’t said much the two times I’d been around him.
Me
I’m glad.
