Page 102 of Sassy Love
The door opens a moment later, revealing a bed-ready Carlie. Her hair is up in a messy bun and her face washed, free of makeup. Navy satin pajamas, a button-down top and long pants, cling to her curves. She’s stunning.
“Thanks,” she breathes, taking the handle from my hand.
“Sure.” I slide my useless hands in my pockets. “Well, it’s late and I should get home. Do you have my bag?”
“Oh yeah, come in.”
I step inside, and she closes the door. “Sorry, I’ll go grab it. I opened it before I even realized it wasn’t mine.” She walks through the apartment to her bedroom. I lean on the doorframe and wait as she slides the bag from the bed and rolls it toward me.
“Promise I didn’t look at your stuff.” The cheekiest smile blooms over her gorgeous damn face.
“My Spider-Man undies are safe from prying eyes, then?”
Her laughter echoes through the apartment, and it’s then I realize I didn’t see Millie.
“Where’s Millie?”
Her laughter fades. “She doesn’t get back for another three days.”
“Right.”
“Just me here for the next few nights, which only happens about once a year.” She studies my face. It takes all I have to notpush off the doorjamb and take her face in my hands, crash my mouth over hers, and devour her where she damn well stands.
“Laws?”
I clear my throat. “Yeah, sorry, I’ll go.”
She gives me a shy smile.
Since when is this woman shy around me?
I frown, taking my bag from her and making my way toward her front door. Reaching it, I turn back. She’s hanging back in the space between the entrance and the kitchen, her bottom lip worried through her teeth.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s just as confused about this as I am.
A moment passes as we stare at each other, the tension so thick you could mold it with your bare hands. She gazes at my face before settling on my mouth.
I should leave. “I?—”
“Law—”
“Sorry, I should,” I rasp, nodding sideways to the door.
“Sure, see you tomorrow.” Her face falls as if that’s the last thing she wants.
Deciding not to push her, I turn back for the door. I have the handle depressed and the door open an inch when she crowds me from behind, her hand slamming onto the door at my shoulder.
“No.” The word is barely more than a whisper as the door clicks shut. I drop my head to it as her warmth disappears from behind me.
“What are we doing, Princess?” I grumble into the hard surface.
“Honestly? I have no idea. I’ve never been so back and forth about anything in my entire life.”
The tone she uses, almost accusing, has me spinning back. She stands, hands by her sides and chest heaving, mere inches from me.
I close the last of the distance between us. “Tell me what you want.”
“I—”
