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“Yes, you can.”
I shook my head. “I’m starting to think it’s not really you. The Caiden I knew wasn’t interested in me like that.” Sure, he’d been a little flirty the weeks before he left, but I’d convinced myself I’d imagined his attraction toward me.
“The Caiden you knew always wanted you in that way. He was just trying to keep a safe distance.”
Oh geez. This was getting steamy in a way I hadn’t expected. If I were standing by the window, my breathing would have fogged up the whole thing.
Again, the Caiden I remembered wouldn’t say stuff like that. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Ask me something only I would know, then you’ll be comfortable with letting me in.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
6
The Character On My Underwear
Caiden kept his eyes on me like a cat watching a mouse. “Come on, Lily.”
“I’m thinking.” I never did well under pressure. Nothing was coming to mind. The tie to my robe loosened. Remembering I was in my Tinkerbell boyshorts and tank top, I quickly tightened the belt and glanced up. “I got it.”
Caiden nodded. “Ask me?”
“What character is on my underwear?”
MyCaiden knew about my obsession with Tinkerbell. After spending the night multiple times on my floor, he’d caught a glimpse or two of me wearing my favorite pajamas to bed. I had three different sets, and I was sure he’d seen each of them.
Caiden stared at my white robe as if he could see through the material. Light filled his eyes, making their turquoise color shine like a glow stick.
I stumbled back with a gasp.
“Lily,” he said, his voice throaty, “let me in or I’ll let myself in.”
Thinking I was imagining his glowing orbs, I rubbed my eyes and examined his face. He looked normal.
“You have to answer my question first.”
“Tinkerbell,” he said with a wicked grin. “I’ll need validation once you let me in, of course.”
I snorted. “Yeah, right.”
Caiden nodded at the bolt.
I unlocked the door.
He entered in a flash, his scent filling the garage with nutmeg, oak, and something new—something warm and rustic, like a campfire.
My eyes closed and I inhaled, relishing the familiarity. When I opened my eyes, Caiden stood directly in front of me.
He inched closer, backing me up until I was pressed against the side door.
“What are you doing?” I asked, confused by his behavior but liking it too much to tell him to stop.
He cupped my cheeks and lifted my face. “Something I should have done long ago.”
Holy crap. Was this happening? “Caiden?” It was a murmur.
“Kiss me,” he whispered, his breath as sweet as his scent.
