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“Well,” I echo. “I guess we should get to bed, huh?”
“I suppose we should.” Her eyes shift to the clock above the doorway. “It is rather late.”
“I will walk you up,” I say, immediately feeling like an idiot. Walk her up? Like this was some kind of a date?
“Okay,” she says with a bit of cheer in her voice. Maybe it wasn’t as weird as it sounded to me.
I follow Chloe upstairs, still needing to take my time as I ascend the staircase. If I am not mistaken, Chloe takes the stairs a little slower as well, trying to match my pace. When we reach the top, I am not nearly as winded as I was when I first started walking again. I am still tired, but I will take whatever progress I can get.
We walk side-by-side down the hallway without a word, the weight of the moment bearing down on us. When we reach her door, she stops and turns to me.
“Well, this is me,” she says ironically.
“This wasn’t a date,” I respond.
Her face falls, and she stumbles to clarify. “Oh, I know. Of course not. I—”
“When we have our first date, you will know,” I say quietly as I bring my good arm up to brace against the wall and lean in toward her.
I watch her reaction carefully to make sure I am making the right move. When her eyelids flutter closed, I know I have the green light.
I bring my other hand up to cradle the side of her face as our lips meet for the first time. We kiss softly at first, but I cannot hold back from pushing things further. I soak up every ounce of sweetness she will give me as I press my body against hers, yearning for more contact. I feel the exact moment when she chooses not to fight this growing attraction between us. Her body softens against mine and her hands come up around my neck, pulling me in even deeper. I slide my tongue along her bottom lip, and she moans in response, opening to let me in. We continue to kiss as my hands explore her body.
When we finally break apart, we are both breathing heavily. She looks up at me with a dazed expression, and I bring my hand to her face, pushing a strand of hair behind her cheek.
“I will see you in the morning.”
Chapter 14
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Chloe
I was not expecting to kiss Max tonight.
But now that we have, I don’t know why we waited so long.
I have never been so thoroughly shook by a kiss the way I was with this one. When he brought his hand up to the wall next to my head, it felt like a cheesy move from some B-list movie. But as our lips touched, it felt like my whole world shifted. Like the answers to all the questions I ever had about love and sex were right there within reach. Like an actual sex god was leaning over me whispering all torrid things he wantedto do to me.
Obviously it was just one incredibly hot kiss, but it felt like so much more.
I sink down into the most comfortable bed I have ever slept in and stare up at the ceiling, wondering if I will ever feel the same again.
Logically, I know it was just a kiss. Nothing more. I am not foolish enough to believe that my billionaire patient suddenly wants to settle down and spend the rest of his life with me. But it certainly felt real in the moment.
It felt like there was so much in that kiss—lust, frustration, attraction, tension. I will admit that I poured everything I have been feeling into it. But maybe it was just what we needed to get it all out. Now that the tension between us has been relieved, we can go back to normal.
Whatever ‘normal’ is.
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The next morning, I am just finishing putting the dishes away when Max emerges from upstairs with his hair still damp from a shower. The fresh scent of his masculine body wash fills the room as he approaches me. He smells so good that I nearly moan. I hold it in, but only just. I can feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment as I struggle to keep a better hold on my reactions.
Max gives me a self-satisfied smile. It is almost as though he knows exactly what he is doing to me.
“Good morning,” I say, trying to brush off some of the awkwardness after our kiss from last night. I don’t want things to be weird between us.
“Morning,” he says, sliding his good hand into his pocket as he casually leans against the door frame. I watch as his eyes take their time slowly working up my body before finally meeting mine.
