Page 194 of Catch Me
“Yeah,” I said. “Uh, pick a place and I’ll meet you there. I have to run back to the house real quick.”
Not waiting for a response, I rushed to my Jeep. It took way too long to leave the stadium, and by the time I finally parked at the hotel, my fingers were sore from gripping the wheel.
Even though my heart was pounding like mad, I didn’t allow myself to stop until I was in front of his door.
What was I doing? Beats me, but I just knew that I wasn’t about to let this go entirely without at least talking to him.
If I was a vindictive person, I might have walked away after he sucked my dick so that he’d experience what I had ten months ago, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t stand the idea of him feeling that. It wasn’t me, and it wasn’t why I’d left him in that hotel room in Boston.
He left me first, but it was true that I hadn’t chased him. If I’d shown up at his apartment in Chicago, shown him that I was serious about being there for him through thick and thin, everything might have been different.
I was tired of what-ifs. I wanted to see him right now, so I was going to fucking see him.
He opened the door, and my mouth went dry just seeing him standing there. He looked confused. I was too, but I didn’t let myself dwell on it.
“Hey.”
“I told the guys I’d meet them for dinner,” I said.
“Uh, okay. Then, go.”
I hummed thoughtfully, then shook my head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I was supposed to take you out, but I never got the chance. Dinner. Me and you.”
His eyes widened. Despite everything, I felt amused by it. It didn’t last long, though. I still wasn’t sure what was happening here. My foolish heart wanted to be all in, just like it did every time he stood in front of me, looking at me with expectant eyes, but I knew I had to force myself to take a minute to breathe.
“Are you up for it?” I asked.
“If you want to.”
“You were so pushy before.”
“It’s your turn.”
“Fine. We’re going to dinner.”
“Where?”
I studied his face, recognizing the uncertainty there. Trying not to let it deter me, I took a step back. “There’s a place near my house. Quaint, quiet little diner. Real homey.”
As soon as he stepped toward me, I took his chin between my fingers and dragged him closer. His breath caught, and I had to swallow hard.
“You okay?” I asked quietly.
“Yes.”
“Promise?”
He sunk his fingers into my hair, gripping it tightly. “I promise.”
Abruptly, I released him so that I could breathe.
“I’ve gotta shower,” he said.
There was a smirk on his lips, which made me cock my head. When he pulled off his shirt, I watched it fall to the floor. His body was just as perfect as it had always been, and I was tempted to follow him into the room.
