Page 105 of That First Flight

Macey Evans is my everything.

I wake up with a beaming smile on my face despite Oliver no longer being in the bed.

I don’t know what came over me last night.

Was it the book I spent all day reading that got me worked up?

Was it just being around Oliver?

I can’t help the flutters in my chest when he’s near, the smile that forms on my lips when he walks into a room, the shiver that racks my body when he touches me.

His hands.

Damn, he’s good with his hands.

The way Oliver touched me and devoured me was something I’ve seriously been missing out on. I’ve never craved sex or anything like that before, but I wouldn’t complain if he wants to do that again.

He also makes me want so many things that I didn’t think were in the cards for me.

When the world shut me out for having my daughter so young, I knew I was destined to be a single mom for the rest of my life. Because who wants to jump into someone's life and accept the baggage that comes with another man’s kid.

But Oliver makes me feel like he wants this too.

We haven’t talked about more than what happened in the kitchen and I want to, but today isn’t the day to bring it up. We have to get ready for James’ birthday party.

I fire off a text to Emiline to see how Mackenzie is.

How’s Mackenzie doing? Did she sleep ok?

Emiline

She slept like a rock. LOL. She actually just woke up a few minutes ago and is begging us to let her make her famous French toast?

It’s her favorite meal to make.

wait… Emiline…

Emiline

Yeah?

What do you mean by ‘us’?

Emiline

Me and the dog.

I can’t help but laugh because dogs probably shouldn’t be eating French toasts, but whatever.

I make my way into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. My steps falter when I see Oliver standing over the stove in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His back is on full display for me as I admire at every rigid muscle painted along his tanned skin.

As if he can sense me, he turns to face me and an irresistible smile is painted on his face.

“Hey, you.” The way the words are said, I swear I melt on the spot. “Come sit. I made you breakfast.”

“You made me breakfast?”

“I did. Mackenzie taught me how to make her French toast. She said it’s your favorite thing she makes and I wanted to make it for you.”

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