Page 34 of Kiss Away Your Pain (Wounded Hearts 2)

He holds my hand on the elevator ride down and on our walk home.

“It’s crazy that we live so close to each other and never met,” he says.

“I know, right? But I guess with both of us traveling for work, our paths just never crossed.” A sudden feeling of desperation grasps me in its fist. I don’t want this to be over.

“Or, we weren’t meant to meet until now.” He pulls our clasped hands up to his mouth and kisses the top of mine, giving me a small glimmer of hope.

When we get to my condo, I unlock the door and step inside, unsure of what to say.

“Thank you again for tonight. I’m glad you came.” He pauses, giving me that sexy smile. “I had a really good time.”

“So did I.” I look down at his T-shirt. “I can wash this if you’d like.”Is he going to take his shirt and run?

“If that means I get to see you again, then yes.”

“I’d like that. I’m away next week for work. How about when I get back?”

“Definitely.” He nods. “Good night.”

“Night.” I close the door and lock it.

He wants to see me again. Maybe I didn’t screw things up.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I wanted him to kiss me. I did. My whole body did. I’m not cheating on Dom. Dom isn’t fucking here. He’s not here!

He’s not here.

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