Page 17 of All I Want

Alex:I think you’re my good luck charm. You always were.

Thursday

Alex:I don’t care if we have to hang out at your place and get a pizza. We are having our date tonight.

Maggie:So demanding. What if I wanted to go out for dinner?

Alex:We can do whatever you want, as long as it involves both of us in the same room. I’ll make out with you in any secluded corner I can find. I plan to kiss every inch of you if you’ll let me.

“Look at thatsappy expression,” Callie called out. Maggie dropped her phone. It clattered on the floor, and she bent down to scoop it up, then shoved it in her pocket.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Maggie said, grabbing her tablet.

“Sure you don’t. So, you’re finally going on a real date with Westie?”

“Maybe,” Maggie said, refusing to look up at her friend.

It’d been ten days since he’d kissed her. Since he’d swept her into his arms like no time had passed. Ten days and they couldn’t find one night to grab dinner and catch up on each other’s lives, on all the kissing they hadn’t done. It was almost as bad as a long-distance relationship, and they were living in the same damn city.

Syncing their schedules was not going to be easy, but they were going to dinner tonight, no matter how exhausted she was. She could sleep tomorrow. Or maybe their date would continue into tomorrow.

She took in a deep breath as desire coursed through her. Was it too soon to act like the last four plus years hadn’t happened? Like their relationship had continued all this time? It was their first date and their five hundredth date all at the same time. Their kiss had picked up where they’d left off all those years ago, but she wasn’t sure if falling into bed with him at the first chance she got was a good idea.

Now she was getting way ahead of herself.

But that kiss.

She would not fan herself. She would not.

“I want all the details the day after tomorrow. And you should definitely pack a bag,” Callie said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“You are horrible. And, he’s coming to my place.”

“Even better,” Callie called out as Maggie headed to Camilla’s room. She still had two hours before her shift ended, and four hours until Alex showed up at her door.

Not that she was counting down the minutes or anything.

***

A few hourslater, she paced her bedroom. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been this nervous. Hell, her last round of clinical rotations hadn’t freaked her out this much.

The doorbell rang, and for a second she stopped breathing.

She was ridiculous. This was Alex. They’d known each other forever. They’d done everything together.

She smoothed down her sweater and took in a deep breath. Then she opened the door.

And swallowed her tongue.

Holy crap, he looked good. His hair was swept back like he’d run his fingers through it repeatedly. Dammit. She wanted to do that. His cheeks were pink from the cold, his lips inviting as he smiled at her. His green sweater clung where it should but wasn’t too tight under his jacket, and if she asked him to turn around, his dark jeans would fit his ass perfectly. His delectable hockey ass. It was a real thing, and it was magical.

“Hi, Maggie,” he said with a laugh, and her gaze darted up to meet his. The corners of his eyes crinkled. He was too damn adorable for his own good—and for her sanity.

“Hi,” she said quickly, her cheeks heating as he gave her a once-over that warmed her to the tips of her boots.

He tugged her into his arms, muting her gasp as he sealed his lips to hers. She melted into his body. He guided her further into her house, kicking the front door shut behind him before he picked her up and pressed her against the closest hard surface, never breaking the kiss.

She moaned, sinking her hands into his hair, clutching the strands as she kissed him back with everything she had.

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