Page 19 of Always My Comfort

Walking into the posh apartment building, I passed by the lobby security and entered the glass elevator. Pressing the button for the top floor, I prayed the website had been right, and he was living up in the penthouse.

As I ascended the tall building, I rehearsed for the hundredth time what I was going to say to him if he opened the door.

“Hi, remember me, the girl you slept with three months ago? We met in a bar.” No. I shook my head at my reflection and cringed.

This is going to be a disaster.

The elevator dinged, and the doors flew open. Slowly stepping out, I admired the decorations and stared at the single door at the end of the short hall.

Pacing the small space, I tried to come up with something better to say. Resting my hands on my belly, I came up blank.

“What would you say, little one?”

No answer, not that I really expected one.

Taking a deep breath, I used all the confidence I had and marched up to the door, raised my fist, and knocked loudly. Here went nothing.

The door swung open, and Jaxon Dexter stood there, shirtless, wearing the gray sweatpants every woman fantasized about, the phone to his ear.

I was frozen, my hand still raised to knock on the door, jaw slack as I ran my eyes over him again.

I didn’t remember his eyes being so dark, yet having tiny flecks of green in them. There was a light dusting of hair on his chest, and his physique was still the lean one I remembered from that night. All I remembered was having the time of my life and wanting to repeat it for the rest of my life.

“Luke, I’m goin’ to need to call you back.” He hung up without letting Luke answer and dropped his hands to his sides.

I opened my mouth and closed it twice before remembering I had to speak.

“Remember me?” I finally said and waved before dropping my hand and closing my eyes. “Of course, you don’t. I mean, why would you? You’re Jaxon freaking Dexter, and I’m just me,” I rambled, completely and utterly embarrassed, yet unable to stop opening my mouth.

“I remember you, Logan. It’s impossible to forget someone as beautiful as you.” Flushing, I looked at him. He held the door open a little more. “Are you goin’ to come in, sweetheart?”

He remembers me.

CHAPTER8

Jaxon

What the hellwas she doing on my doorstep? How had she found me? How did she get past security downstairs?

Why was even prettier in the light?

How had I missed the freckles across her cheekbones?

I was expecting my pizza delivery, not her when I heard the knock. I’d hung up on Luke because if he heard she was here, I’d never hear the end of it. From the phone buzzing in my hand, he wanted to know what, or rather who, had abruptly ended our call.

Her pretty pink lips opened and closed, her green eyes electric as they scanned over my shirtless chest not once but twice.

Her fist was raised where she had only a moment ago knocked on the door—almost like she was going to knock again.

“Remember me?” She cleared her throat, a rasp to her voice I didn’t remember from that night. She waved and then looked at her hand, her eyes bugging out before she dropped it and closing her eyes, taking a deep breath.

Taking in her features, I noted the panic—from her balled fists, to her stiff posture. She opened her eyes that were noticeably puffy and red-rimmed, her face flushed like she’d been crying.Was it her ex?

I shouldn’t be thinking about it, the desire to protect her, to make the sadness disappear. It wasn’t my job. She wasn’t mine to worry about.

She was just a one-night-stand that I couldn’t shake from my head. A mistake I couldn’t make again.

“Of course, you don’t. I mean, why would you? You’re Jaxon freaking Dexter, and I’m just me.” She was rambling, her voice shaking with each word, and it was fucking adorable. She was all bent out of shape over me.

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