“I always thought you’d become a doctor. You were so good with science and math. I guess architecture is a good choice as well.”
Was that bitterness he heard in her voice, or was he imagining things? Possibly he was, because he didn’t think with her wealthy daddy behind her, ready to do whatever she desired, she wouldn’t have everything at her beck and call. Had she thought that his life would go to shreds after she deserted him? It didn’t matter to him though, as far as he was concerned, he got the better end of the trade. His amazing, smart, and well-adjusted daughter was proof of that.
Now, who sounds bitter?Shame washed through him.
“I guess…uh…” He didn’t know what else to say. He had a lot of questions that he would like to ask her, but all of them would be dredging up the past.
“Do you still have a crush on Jude Law?”
The question apparently caught her off guard because she gave him a surprised laugh. “What?”
“Well, then, you thought he was the next best thing since sliced bread.”
“Well, I think he is sexy!”
He rolled his eyes. “I bet you must have seen all his movies. I think his acting in King Arthur was mediocre at best. And don’t get me started on Captain Marvel.”
Kaiya looked appalled. “Kill yourself! His act was spectacular.”
“Yeah, only a true fan would say that.”
They argued about the actor, talked about some other blockbuster movies, and also about hit songs they favored back in the day and presently.
Before he knew it, an hour had gone, and they were still talking like long-lost friends. He recalled that in the past, they usually found it easy talking to each other. They could spend hours doing so and not get bored.
From the corner of his eye, he surveyed her glorious hair tumbling in waves across her shoulders. He loved it when she let her hair down and running free. It made her even more stunning.
Had he unconsciously moved or had they been sitting so closely together on the couch all evening?
Her nearness, her warm breath, and intoxicating fragrance, all triggered his senses. He turned slightly on the couch to scrutinize her. The way the dress clung to her breasts made him remember the one time they had been together and how he had caressed and worshiped the round molds.
The air thrummed with sexual tension. All Tyler could think of was carrying her off to his room, peeling that lovely blue dress off her body and burying himself so deep inside her; it would take a crane to pull him off. He adjusted himself uncomfortably on the couch.
Forgetting all the reasons why he shouldn’t have anything to do with her, he leaned closer to her. Her lips parted, and it was all the invitation he needed. He brushed his lips against hers. She was hesitant at first, but a second later, she pulled his shirt and delved into the kiss.
The kiss went on and on as their tongues danced in a rhythm as old as time. Tyler’s hand rose to delve into her hair, drawing her closer to increase the intensity of the kiss.
A loan moan from her got him jerking back to his senses. It took a great deal of effort, but he was able to wrench his lips from hers. Her swollen lips and her dazed eyes made him long to place his lips on hers again, but he controlled himself.
Frowning thickly, he snapped, “That was a mistake. We shouldn’t do it again.”
With her face flushed, she cleared her throat, nodded, and said. “I agree.”
An awkward blanket of silence fell between them.
“It’s late,” he curtly said and rose. “You should get going.”
Avoiding his gaze, she rose swiftly.
He couldn’t believe that after everything that happened in the past, he allowed himself to be taken in by her beauty and intoxicating presence. Why couldn’t he stop the helpless yearning he felt to be one with her again?
After falling hopelessly in love with her, at first sight, all those years ago and going into a relationship with her, he never thought that they would one day part ways, and in such a bitter manner.
Over the years, she had haunted his dreams although he, as good as, hated her for what she did. When she was sixteen years old, she had captivated him. But now, the twenty-five-year-old woman had him completely mesmerized to his chagrin.
Even as he was mad at her for coming into his life again and stirring up the sexual emotions in him, he still ached to draw her into his arms and satiate himself into her again.
Standing there with her eyes dazed with sexual passion, Tyler could see that if he pressed, she was his for the taking. Perhaps if they had sex, they could get the sexual tension brimming between them out of the way and move forward.
