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I close Krew’s doorand pause, listening for a second to make sure he stays in bed. He seems to be asleep, so I make my way back down to Meg, keeping my pace casual, nothingtooeager, even though my body is screaming at me torundown the stairs.
I lean against the banister, studying her. She’s sitting on the couch, watching the end ofThe Sandlot.
She’s completely stolen my heart. I’ll never be the same again.
Meg’s eyes glance up to mine. “Is he asleep?”
“I think so.”
She smiles at me, and I’m so scared I’m going to lose her.
“Are you freaked out?”
Her brows go up. “That we kissed?”
I nod.
“Should I be freaked out?”
“No.”
“Then I’m not.”
“Can I kiss you again?” I don’t know why I feel the need to ask, especially since we’ve already broken that rule.
“Now?”
I push off the banister and walk to her.
“You want to kiss me on the couch?” she asks.
“It’s better than inside the refrigerator, don’t you think?”
She smiles. “That’s debatable.”
Her eyes watch me as I sink down beside her. I take the bowl of popcorn in her lap and set it on the coffee table in front of us.
“What are you doing?”
“Removing all the obstacles, so I have optimal access.” I lean in, kissing the sides of her cheek and jaw. Her arms wrap around my body, and her head dips back. My lips trail down her skin.
“Do you always use words like ‘optimal’ when you’re making out?” she laughs.
“Are we making out?” I ask between my kisses.
“We’re not playing Pass the Apple.”
“Are you sure? It felt a lot like this.”
I hear the soft whispers of her laughter, and suddenly I have to kiss her. My lips move to her mouth, and I don’t even bother taking my time with this kiss. I have to have her. I’m like a teenager on prom night. I’m running to first base, planning to round it, but all I can see in my mind is my first base coach throwing up both hands in a dramaticstopsignal.
It’s hard. I was married for ten years. Ten years where I could round whatever base I wanted. Ten years where I never had to stop midpassion.
But stopping is exactly what I have to do.
I pull back, shaking my head. “Meg, Ireallylike kissing you, but I’m going to stop.”
Her extremely kissable lips twitch. “That’s probably a good idea.”
