“What are you doing here?” I demanded.
He closed the door behind him and continued his approach. “You have something that belongs to me.”
I scanned the room, trying to discern what in the world I could have of his. “I don’t have anything of yours.”
“You do. This.”
Before I could argue, he cupped my face with both hands and pulled me into a kiss.
My entire body deflated as the air rushed from my lungs. Was it normal to feel suspended in mid-air from a freaking kiss? It had been so long since I’d had a first kiss, I’d forgotten. I was unable to process any relevant information aside from the fact that Don was kissing the hell out of me...and I didn’t want him to stop.
All the resolutions I’d made the night before about not getting close to him flew out the damn window. The only thing that mattered right then was his kiss.
He brushed his lips against mine.
I shuddered and separated my lips to breathe, which allowed him to dive in again.
My thudding heartbeat drowned out any common sense that might’ve tried to invade my brain.
Before I completely lost it, Don pulled back, but kept cupping my face with his hands.
“Thatwas mine,” he declared against my lips.
Shit.
What was my response to that supposed to be?
Blinking, I stepped out of his hold to clear my head until I was able to think again. “Are you sure you weren’t mistaking me forCynthia?”
His jaw muscle ticked. “There isn’t aCynthia,”he mimicked. “And you know it.”
“All I know is that your squad mate believes you were about to make out with a Cynthia in the parking lot of your station.”
“He was fucking with me. He was pissed about the ‘toothpaste in the Oreo’ trick I played on him.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “You expect me to believe that?”
He stepped closer and palmed my hips, pulling me into him. I gripped his shoulders to steady myself.
“Yeah, I do because that’s the damned truth. Try as hard as you might to deny it. You know it’s true too.”
“I don’t know anything,” I said stubbornly.
“You know this shit between us has been bubbling beneath the surface for way too long.”
I circled the room with my gaze, avoiding his eyes as I tried to push away the thoughts that sprang to mind.
Don wasn’t any help when he pulled me even deeper against his body. Goosebumps rose along my arms. He kissed the tip of my nose, and I almost wilted.
“That night three years and a half years ago was the beginning of this, Jocelyn,” he said in my ear.
All at once, that night in question came rushing back.
Jocelyn
Three and half years earlier
I paced backand forth outside of Rescue Four, debating myself on whether I should enter. I needed to speak with my brother, or at the very least, see his face, but I held back.
