How quickly we’ve fallen back into old ways surprises me. Maybe I’ll be able to pull off being just friends after all.
“Now, go take a shower while I make lunch.” I clap my hands and rub them together like a mad scientist. “Where do I begin?” Kathy did a fantastic job stocking this refrigerator with all sorts of gourmet foods. I run through a recipe in my head that I think Micha will like and will work with the ingredients on hand.
“Caroline.” Micha’s deep voice close to my ear makes me jump.
“Damn it.” Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t heard him approach. I clutch my chest. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“Sorry.” His brow furrows like he’s struggling with something.
“Nothing’s wrong…” He pauses like he’s carefully considering his words, then leans closer and whispers, “…I’m glad you’re here.”
And just like that, the friendly back and forth we had a few seconds ago is obliterated. I’m pulled back to when kissing and exploring each other’s bodies were a regular part of our lives.
The air is thick with sexual tension and no matter how hard I try, I can’t find the energy to look away.
His gaze lands on my lips.
I resist the urge to lick them and draw in a staggered breath. My hands find their way to rest on his hips while my legs turn to jelly.
His blue eyes look deep into mine.
Is he going to kiss me? Do I want him to kiss me? Should I kiss him?
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