“Thank you for agreeing to have lunch with me. I hope we can move forward, Molly.” I nod.
“Bye, Martin.”
“Bye, Molly.”
I close the door and head inside the workshop. A squeal escapes as I’m lifted off my feet from behind. Muscular arms wrapped around my waist tightening to keep me in place. Max’s familiar scent swamping my senses. “You scared me.” He places me back on my feet and I spin around. Immediately, I’m engulfed in his warm embrace as he studies my face closely, his brows scrunched together. I smile at him. “I’m okay. Lunch went well.”
He blows out a breath and glances between my eyes and mouth, then leans in to kiss me. It’s not a kiss to welcome me back, it’s a kiss that fills me down to my toes. It makes me feel cherished and cared for. He’s reminding me he’s here for me and I don’t have to deal with my new reality on my own. I return his kiss. Pouring my appreciation for his support into it. We separate slowly, gradually opening our eyes. “You’re sure?”
I nod. “I’m positive. We even got invited to dinner one Saturday.” His eyebrows shoot up. “I wanted to check that you would be able to come with me before I accepted.”
“If you’re there and you want me to be with you. Then that’s where I’ll be, Dimples.” He presses his lips to my forehead, pulling me in tighter to his body, and I sigh. “Even if I had something on, I would cancel to be with you.”
Luckily, he’s holding me tight; I think my knees would have given out on me if he weren’t. “Thank you. I’ll let Martin know later. Now what’d I miss?” With our arms wrapped around each other, we make our way into the office.