Page 91 of Until I Find You

I’m cut off by his lips overwhelming mine. A kiss that reaches the tips of my toes.

I swoon into his chest, allow him to cradle me in his arms. I drop the bag of Skittles and they clatter across the floor, but I don’t care. I need him closer. I fist the front of his jacket and pull myself to him.

Jack’s arms slide around my back, holding me with so much intensity I have no fear he will ever let me go.

His lips split from mine, and we still, eyes locked, breath wanton, yet steady. “I love you too.”

My eyebrows jump. “What?! Really?”

He laughs but does not draw away. “Yes, really! Why are you surprised?”

“Because I–because it’s all so fast and because–” I stumble through my words. “I don’t know.”

“Neither do I.” Jack moves one hand to cup my jaw. “I just know that if I didn’t tell you…” His forehead tips to meet mine. “I’d regret it.”

I sigh, letting myself get swept away in him, my eyes fluttering shut.

“I love you, and I need you, Camilla.”

Now I want to cry. I feel the pain Jack feels, not only because I have a similar experience but because since we met, we’ve become extensions of each other. It’s crazy and dangerous, and I can’t stop.

Jack kisses me again. Soft and delicate. Like I’m fragile.

A woman’s voice interrupts us. “I can’t believe you brought a date to the hospital.”

I draw away from Jack and look up at the freckled redhead towering over us, her arms crossed over her chest, a smirk on her lips as she looks at Jack. She glances at the ground. “Why are there…are those Skittles?”

“Oh. Fantastic. Um, Camilla, this is my sister, Abigail.”

“Nice to meet you.” I lift my hand.

We shake hands, though I’m still kneeling on the floor and she’s towering above me. “Camilla…you’re running the coffee company with Jack, right?”

“Abigail,” Jack grunts. “Can we not right now?”

“I’m just asking.” She holds her hands up in innocence. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Camilla.”

“You as well.” I get back onto my feet, brushing off the legs of my pants.

Abigail eyes Jack. “Have you been in yet?”

“Yeah, um, I…I was overwhelmed. I needed a breather.”

“Didn’t look like you were breathing to me,” Abigail mutters.

Jack groans. “Abigail.”

“What?! I’m just saying what I observed.” She smiles at me with a shrug.

I giggle.

“Are you done with your ‘breathing’?” Abigail asks.

Jack looks at me.

I give him a soft smile. “Go ahead. I’ll wait.”

Hauling himself up out of his seat, he nods. “Yeah. Let’s go. I think I’ll be okay.”

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