Pushed my hair this way and that, as if that’d do anything remotely useful.
And then, just before I completely lost my sanity, my phone vibrated in my hand.
Thankfuck.
Beauty:Knock-knock.
I chuckled as I read his message.
Me:Took you long enough.
Beauty:I have a…leg situation tonight, as you already know. Couldn’t drive fast because of that.
I got to my feet and made my way to the door.
Me:I’m coming, hold on.
Beauty:That’s what she said;)
I choked out a laugh.
Me:I could keep you standing outside for that horrendous excuse of a joke, you know that, right?
Beauty:But baby, it’s cold outside:’(
I snickered.
Me:You’re lucky you’re cute.
I slowly, almost theatrically, opened the top latches, and then pushed the knob down before opening the door, only to blink repeatedly at Myles, who was standing on theWelcomemat with a grin on his face.
His hair was coiffed – something I’dneverseen him do before. He was wearing a tailored-to-fit grey suit jacket, which complemented his complexion but clashed with his eyes, along with a black silk shirt and grey pants. He had his regular winter coat draped over his left arm, and when I looked down, I couldn’t help but gawk at his shoes.
HisDadSneakers, I mean.
They were neon green and white, and everything about them was wrong compared to the clothes he was wearing.
I quickly closed my mouth when I realized it’d hung open on its own accord, and took a couple steps back so that Myles could enter.
He limped his way inside, and I frowned.
What kind of shoes?I signed to him.
He grimaced. “Fucking Oxfords,” he said softly.
I pressed my lips together, to which he rolled his eyes.
“Go ahead and laugh, Rina. I know you want to.” He hung his coat on the rack, took off his…shoes, and then his socks, while I closed the door like the stealthy bitch that I was, before turning to face him.
I’m sorry, I signed.
He pulled me to him – so close that I could feel his belt press against my navel. “You’re so not sorry,” he whispered against my lips, and then kissed me.
I held onto the urge to moan, especially when I opened my mouth for him, and he took everything I wanted to give him without a care in the world.
My breaths labored when his lips travelled to my jaw and neck – unhurried – and the sharp sting of his stubble made goosebumps rise throughout my body.
His hands came to my waist, and he fisted my sweater before gazing down at me. “God, you’re breathtaking, Rina.” He dropped a soft kiss on my nose. “Who knew red wool could be such a turn-on.”
