Page 17 of A Me and You Thing
“Seriously wicked of you. But then you didn’t flick on the light.”
That’s true. My bad. But the light switch by the door wasn’t hooked up to a lamp. I should’ve immediately walked to the lamp by the couch and turned it on like I usually did.
But I didn’t. I hesitated. A whopping pregnant pause filled with indecision, hope, and desire. “I closed the door and we stood in the dark for a moment. My heart was beating in my ears, pounding like a drum.”
“Mine too. After that everything happened so fast, but when I think back on it, it felt like a really long time. I remember getting in my car afterward and it’d only been ten minutes. That shocked me.”
It had shocked me too. “Ten glorious minutes. Kind of like that teenager gameSeven Minutes in Heaven. Except we had ten.”
“Scandalous. Never played that game. Never ever.” He flicks his eyebrows up and down.
“You’ve never lied to me, Sawyer. Don’t start now.”
He suppresses a smile. “Nothing has ever compared to those ten minutes. Well...” he rethinks.
“Our wedding night overshadowed it a bit.”
He shrugs. “Just a little bit.”
We both smile because our wedding night was unforgettable.
I take a sip of water. “All I remember is that you reached out to me in the darkness and suddenly we were a tangled mass of arms and legs. My back hit the door behind me, and your lips somehow found mine. The Kiss was crazy and wild, maybe even a little rough, like the cloak of darkness took away all of our inhibitions. I loved it. Still, somehow it was also achingly tender and sweet.”
“There’s not enough adjectives in the world to describe it.”
“Try. Do it for me.” Now I’m completely curious.
He rests one hand on his chin as he takes on the challenge. “Hmmmm, okay. How about explosive, fiery, hot, and demanding.”
I bite my lip, feeling a little hot and bothered myself. “You nailed it, Mr. Scientist.”
“Up for a reenactment tonight?”
“I’ll be disappointed if it doesn’t happen. But you didn’t explain what you meant when you said my reaction spoke volumes.”
“Not that I know or anything,” he sends a funny face my way, “but I assumed an experienced woman wouldn’t have responded the way you did.”
“I don’t understand. I did respond. That’s why I was so worried about what you thought of me.”
“Your response was...” He thinks for a moment. “Precious.”
“Precious?” I thought maybe he was going to say something likesmokin’ hawtor something else equally engaging. Not precious.
“Oh yeah. The way you clung to me, the way you could barely catch your breath, the way I could feel your heart beating against my chest, the way your hands were shaking. Even your lips trembled against mine. Everything about you screamed innocence.”
“So all this time I thought...”
“No, Quinn. I knew it was not something you normally did. I did know one thing though.”
“What?”
“That my heart no longer belonged to me. And it’s never been mine since.” He squeezes my hand.
My eyes well with tears. “I love you,” I tell him for the umpteenth time this evening.
“When did you know? I mean when did you know for sure that you loved me?”
I have to think about that one for a moment. “I knew I loved you when I realized thatyoureally loved me, that you were dead serious and this was not a flash in the pan romance.”
