I could see the sincerity in his eyes and sighed. “I didn’t come here to get you back.”
“Are you seeing someone?”
“No, nothing like that. I just don’t want you to think I found you and immediately expected to be together.”
His brow furrowed, and I recognized that look of frustration. “Why wouldn’t you? I told you a long time ago there would be no other woman for me. I haven’t changed my mind about that. If you have, tell me, and I’ll leave you alone. But, I’ll never want anyone else.”
He swallowed hard loud and pulled my face in to his. “I still love you,” he whispered.
I remembered I’d never actually told him how I felt, not vocally at least, only via the letter I wrote. Now was my chance if I could be brave enough to take it. My heart skipped a few beats, totally worth a heart attack to touch him again.
I sunk down onto the carpet in front of him, to look up into his eyes now. “I still love you too.”
“Does that mean you’ll go with me?” he asked, his eyes filled with adorable hope.
“I’m sorry. I can’t go. I have a job here, people who count on me. And I’m working on a degree as a mental health advocate.”
His face changed, and I had to lean back to figure out what that look meant. He kissed me again, hard, deep, almost cutting between our teeth. When he let me go, I had to inhale hard to catch my breath.
“I’m so proud of you.”
A part of me didn’t know I’d been waiting to hear him say that again. A hot tear slipped down my cheek, and I dashed it away hoping he didn’t see. Since he’d not taken his eyes of me, likely a small chance.
“Then can I stay here, with you?”
I looked around his hotel room. “This is kind of funny, you living in a hotel and me having an apartment.” I brushed the carpet with my fingertips. “Although I bet there aren’t bugs in this carpet. Marisol would burn the place down.”
“You can stay here with me on the condition we take it slow,” I offered.
A wicked gleam lit in his gaze, and my resolve flickered. “Seriously, Mr….slow.”
“Do you consider me putting my head up your skirt slow or not slow?”
I swatted at him. “I’m not joking.”
“And if I step into the shower with you, that would simply be protecting the environment, saving water.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
He dipped his mouth to my chin. “Try infatuated,” he whispered.
Slow might have been a hasty assessment I decided.
THE END
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Acknowledgments
I’d like to thank caffeine. Without which I would not be here and neither would this book. To Uncle Dudleys for providing said coffee and food so I actually get a meal during the week.
Furthermore, my editor, Leona, who is a GODDESS, and my beta readers, especially Cheryl D who spots even the tiniest details.
My friends and writing groups, the NCOWs and the NEORWA crew, I thank you as well for inspiring me and believing me. Barring that, for getting me drunk when all else fails.
About the Author
Monica Corwin is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author. She is an outspoken writer attempting to make romance accessible to everyone, no matter their preferences. As a Northern Ohioian, Monica enjoys snow drifts, three seasons of weather, and a dislike of Michigan football. Monica owns more books about King Arthur than should be strictly necessary. Also typewriters...lots and lots of typewriters.
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