Page 49 of Reclaiming Love

Nothing physical. But she’d been starting to become emotionally involved with him many weeks before. Did that count as being disloyal?

And it had all changed last night. She hadn’t given Noah everything, and he hadn’t sought more. But she’d given and taken enough to know that they were both at the same place, that they both wanted more of each other, from each other.

“What’s with you and Finn?” Melissa asked, to take the focus away from her. Heather grinned at her like a woman let loose from bedlam. “Nothing.” Her coyness suggested otherwise.

“Didn’t look like nothing to me. The way the two of you carried on most of the night.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Melissa couldn’t say anything.

“He’s kind of cute, don’t you think?” Heather’s bed head hair framed her perfectly round face. She yawned. “I’m not sure I want a serious boyfriend right now. Life’s too short to taste the same ice cream for too long.”

Melissa shook her head, as her friend lay languorously on her bed, a smile on her face. This was where she and Heather differed. Melissa wanted one love. She’d had her share of boyfriend disasters. She didn’t care for moving from guy to guy.

She wanted one, loyal, hers forever kind of love. And so she knew she had to fix it and soon. She’d have to fix it today.

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After broken sleep, in which he spent a couple of hours lying in bed thinking about Melissa, Noah was up and at his desk providing remote support to one of their top clients. He wanted to fix their issue remotely, from his bedroom—the thought of going to the client’s site didn’t appeal.

If it weren’t for the emergency call that had been escalated to him, he’d have stayed in bed with nothing but thoughts of Melissa roaming freely in his head.

Last night had turned out beyond his expectations.

Especially when the last person he expected to run into at the new bar was Melissa.

She was everything he needed and wanted to take away his blue and gray. He’d forgotten what it was like, being close to someone, so close he could almost feel her heart beating against his chest. He was starting to remember what it was like to hold someone so full of flesh and warmth.

Towards the end, Bree had been a bag of bones. Holding her then had been hard. He’d thought he might break her.

But with Melissa last night, feeling her fullness in his arms, knowing the build up to this stage had been long and slow and hit and miss, it only made their getting together so much more powerful, so much more meaningful. So much more everything.

He’d been mindful of keeping within his limits, not wanting to rush into anything. As much as he wanted her and as much as he knew she wanted him, he would let her set the pace. And she’d told him with her moans, her sighs, her hot breath, her eager lips, that she did want more.

He would wait. He could wait. She was worth waiting for. She had been everything he’d dreamed of, and more.

He needed to taste those lips again. But for today, not having any way of contacting her, he’d have to rely on his memories of yesterday. While he dealt with this heavily escalating support call.

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