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I don’t want to rush him, but the more I get, the more I want. And the steering wheel at my back isn’t exactly my favorite thing. “Fisch,” I say, hating myself for interrupting what was turning out to be an even more delightful kiss than the last. I glance around us at the cramped space we’re in. “Maybe you should walk me to my door.”
“I’m not going beyond your welcome mat,” he warns me.
“I don’t want you to.” Well, Idowant him to. I want to head to my couch and spend the rest of the night exploring this man’s mouth. But we both have too much to do before Saturday night, and I have a feeling he needs to take this slowly. After all, a few days ago he wasn’t sure he believed in love, and now he’s kissing me after basically declaring his feelings for me. He’s made a lot of big steps already.
Pushing open his door, he keeps me in his arms as he climbs out of the car and heads for my apartment. “For the record, I wasn’t planning on kissing you in the car. My moves were going to be a lot better than that.”
“You’re more than welcome to show me.”
He laughs, pauses halfway up the stairs to kiss me, and then continues forward. “I plan to. Within reason.”
“Why must you always be so reasonable? I give you permission to kiss me with reckless abandon.”
When we reach my door, he sets me on my feet and leans down to touch his forehead to mine again. He’s a bit too tall for a doorstep kiss to be practical, but I am determined to make it work. “You have no idea how much I want to,” he says, speaking the words airily, like he doesn’t have the strength to put anyoomphin them. As long as his kiss still hasoomph, I’ll be happy. “I never thought I could feel this way about anyone.”
I reach up, running my fingers along his cheek. His skin is scratchy with the beginnings of stubble, as subtly rough as his voice. “What kind of feelings are we talking about, here? Emotional, or physical?”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “How do you always know what I…?” He places his hand over mine, cradling it against his face. “Anyone else, and this would have driven me crazy. But with you, I don’t want you to stop.” He twists his head to kiss my palm. “I crave your touch, Micah. I crave your heart. I want to know every part of you, inside and out, and I want you to know every part of me. I don’t want to hide from you, and you have no idea what that means to me.”
As he bends down and kisses me, I’m pretty sure I do have an idea. But boy, am I going to get a crick in my neck! He growls in frustration, clearly thinking the same thing as his hands wrap around my waist to try to pull me higher. “Why are you so tiny?”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lift myself up and tuck my legs around his waist. Thank goodness for weekend Pilates with my stepmom so I still have some cheerleading muscle. “Hi,” I say now that we’re closer to the same height.
He laughs, the sound echoing down the hall, and then he captures my mouth with his own and gives me the best kiss of my life.
I am never going to get enough of that.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Micah
October 25
Lila is acting…strange. Bysome miracle, I beat her to work and have her coffee ready to go in the hopes of soothing her irritation from yesterday, but she hardly looks at me as she grabs it from my hand on her way to her office. Some days she’s happy, some days she’s mad, but I don’t know if I can remember a time where she flat-out ignored me.
Instead of ordering me around all day, she spends the morning in her office, making the occasional calls to the planners down the hall to make sure everything is set up and ready to go. That’s usually my job. The only time she does talk to me is to ask for a phone number or an email address of one of our contacts.
After a few hours of this, I send a text to Fischer because I’m definitely on edge.
Me: Is Grant acting weird today?
Fischer: Weird, how?
Me: I don’t know. Lila isn’t mad at me.
Fischer: Isn’t that a good thing?
Me: It might be. But it might also be terrible.
Fischer: Unless you get evidence to the contrary, assume it’s a good thing.
Fischer: Think positive. *smiley face*
Thinking positive would mean thinking about the end of the workday when I can go home and hang out with Fischer. He promised to watchParks and Recwith me tonight if we can both get away at a decent time so we can decompress before the event tomorrow. I’m not sure thinking about that will help me today because I plan to kiss him more than watch the show, and waiting for that will only make time crawl by.
Just before noon, the elevator opens to let Grant and Fischer into the Ember lobby, and my heart kicks into overdrive at the sight of him. Fischer, not Grant. Obviously. My excitement stutters when Fischer gives me a confused look, and there’s plenty of worry in his expression. What is that supposed to mean?
“Grant, darling.” Lila glides out of her office before I can page her, as if she knew exactly when Grant was going to arrive. I hadn’t known he and Fischer would be coming into the office today.
