Page 70 of Unexpected Kisses

I press send, satisfaction filling my chest. Let’s see what she comes back with. I stare at my phone, waiting for her response. Tapping my fingers on my desk, my phone remains dark. I push away from my desk and head upstairs to my deck for some fresh air while I wait for her answer. An hour later and I still haven’t heard from her. I could hack into the airline servers to find her and meet her at her conference, but I feel like that’s maybe taking things too far. Not to mention, if I get caught hacking into airline servers, which is highly likely, I’ll probably end up behind bars, which doesn’t suit my plans.

Finally, my phone buzzes.

Cupcake:You don’t have to do that. You’ve already been so generous plus I’m away for work and I like to be professional

Cupcake:There are social expectations for the evenings anyway

Cupcake:See you in a month *smiling emoji*

What the hell?If she thinks she won’t be seeing me between now and her next ovulation cycle, she’s sorely mistaken. For one, I wouldn’t be able to survive that long without seeing her. And two, she’s not going to get rid of me that easily.

Me:No

Cupcake:What do you mean … no?

Me:I mean I won’t see you in a month. I’ll see you when you get back from your work thing

Cupcake:There’s no need. Spend the time with your new lady

My heart spasms. That damn mistake is going to keep biting me in the ass. After a few minutes, I reluctantly text back in defeat.

Me:Okay

Cupcake:Great. Good luck with your lady

Me:Thanks. I’m gonna need it

Cupcake:Nah. She’ll love you

Well shit! If only she did.

Me:I’m not so sure about that

Cupcake:Sure she will. What’s not to love?

Apparently, my semen is the only lovable part of me.

Cupcake:Sorry, gotta go

I can’t shake the feeling she isn’t going anywhere, that she’s making an excuse to avoid me. I know my performance was shit last night, but I know I can do better. I’ve never, in my life, since becoming sexually active, left my lover unsatisfied. Last night was an anomaly and I want the chance to show her what it would be like between us if she just let down those damn walls of hers.

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Standing outside the hospital doors, I’m trying my best to appear casual—I’m anything but. My pulse pounds in my ears as I repeatedly swallow the excess saliva being produced by my nerves. The more I thought about Sarah’s sudden need to attend a conference, the more my gut told me she was putting up her walls again. So here I am, leaning against the garden wall opposite the doors into the maternity wing of the hospital. I know this is her Saturday to volunteer. Glancing down at my phone, I check the time. She should be out in another ten minutes. I got here early to ensure I didn’t miss her. I can’t wait to see her face and hear her excuses.

My phone lights up as I’m about to put it away.

Hayley:Hey, when are you bringing Sarah around again?

Me:I don’t know. I’m working on it

Hayley:Well, don’t take too long. Colton loved her

Me:He’s not the only one

Hayley:Oh, do tell, little brother *winking emoji*

Me:Next time we catch up

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