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I reach up, kiss his lips, enjoy the taste of him.
“Hi.” I break the silence.
He stands there gobsmacked.
I hope he still wants me.
I hope he still loves me.
“You came back.” His words are quiet.
“I did.”
He scoops me up in his arms.
I smile.
I don’t want the smile to fade.
I’m done with being hurt.
I just want to be happy.
Chapter Twenty-Six
All is quiet
Monday morning has whizzed by, and it is nearly lunchtime. I have spent most of my morning trying to concentrate on work, but I keep thinking about last night.
Michael and I reunited, and it was wonderful.
Michael promised again and again that he would never hurt me, and I believe him. I could see how sorry he was. We made love, and then he held me in his arms all night long. I didn’t think that I could love him anymore, but last night made me realise that I can. I love him deeply, and I know that he feels the same about me.
“Can we break for lunch now?” Tyler asks, jolting me out of my thoughts and I see that the clock says that it is just after one.
“Sure.”
“Great, I’m starving. See you in an hour.” Tyler grabs his coat from the back of his chair and exits the small project room that we have been holed up in all morning. Our deadline for our project is looming, but I am pleased with the progress we have made. I am hoping to blow our potential new client out of the water with our idea for their product.
I gather some papers together and take them with me to the main office and back to my desk. I intend to work through lunch seeing as I have been less productive than usual this morning.
Walking to my desk, my eyes drift across the room to where Michael sits, but he isn’t there. He must have gone out to get his lunch from the deli across the street, he loves their home-made slices of pizza.
I sit at my desk and put the papers in front of me and am about to grab my sandwich from my desk drawer when I hear a familiar voice speak.
“Fancy grabbing a bite to eat?” Cal says, a big smile on his face as he stops in front of my desk.
Jesus, he looks good enough to eat. Dark denim jeans, a white T-Shirt with a blue zip-up jacket over it, and that glorious smile of his that has made me feel weak at the knees many times over the course of our friendship. Fuck. Reign it in, Lucy, no need to ogle your friend. And God forbid that Michael sees him, I haven’t even mentioned that my friend Cal has returned from the road trip of his life. I don’t even want to have that conversation with Michael right now, not when we’ve only just made up.
“What are you doing here?” I ask Cal, trying to cover up how ridiculously flustered I feel.
“Oh nice, make a guy feel welcome, Luce,” he answers, teasingly.
“Sorry,” I reply with a chuckle. “I’m just surprised to see you here.”
“Well, I was in town and thought that I would stop by on the off chance that you were free to come to lunch with me.” Cal used to stop by all the time before he went away. Kim and I would frequently have lunch with him.
“I was planning on working through lunch.”
