Page 57 of Blackout: Book Two

“Yes, he’s expecting you.”

She takes a step back and I take two forward. My hand closes around the doorknob and with my heart in my throat, I twist it. Pushing the door open, I take one step after another until I see him. Dressed in dark jeans, a bright white Henley and a pair of Timberlands on his feet, he’s the leading man in all my dreams. I don’t know if he hears the door or if he senses me, but he slowly lifts his head and I feel his dark eyes slide over me. My body goes completely still, and I focus on his handsome face and all the clear-cut lines that are no longer hidden behind his scruff. His features so perfect, so symmetrical, they’re… beautiful.

Our eyes connect and I realize it, I’m no longer walking.

I’m not marching either.

I’m not even waddling.

I’m running.

Straight for him.

Towards his handsome face and the smile that’s all for me.

Straight into his open arms.

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