I’d taken two steps to get more coffee when I paused and turned around. There was only one way to find out. One way to know for sure.
I closed the distance between us and leaned down and kissed him. His lips softened against mine as he rose to stand, his warm palm resting on my cheek.
He tasted of caramel and everything sweet as he deepened the kiss, not letting me walk away with just a simple touch. I leaned into his hold, unable to stop myself. I rested my hand against the hard planes of his chest. He swallowed my moans.
Like the miracle that parted the Red Sea, the fog in my brain cleared and I pulled back. His eyes smoldered like embers in a poorly banked fire.
He was the man I’d been expecting.
And he was early.
I stepped out of his touch, and without a single word, turned and headed for the coffee counter, thankful for the two people in line ahead of me to give me time to think and figure out just how I was going to get out of this with my life still intact.