Istride through the apartment, my smile wide, my swagger confident. But the second I reach what I assume is Blair’s door, I falter.What the fuck am I doing here?
The last time I was this hung up on a woman I was a teenager, and it was thesame fucking girl.
Only Blair could make me act this crazy.
Sucking in a deep breath, I stare at the painted wooden door and imagine how this little reunion might go.
Blair opens the door and immediately slaps me. Hard.
Blair opens the door, gasps, spins on her heels and slams the door in my face, telling me to fuck off.
Blair opens the door and gasps. We lock eyes and it’s like no time has passed between us. She runs forward and leaps into my arms, slamming her lips to mine.
What the fuck? I chuckle silently. God, I’m delusional. And yet, I allow my mind to drift again.
Before I can knock, the door creaks open and her soft moans filter through the air. I quietly step forward, peeking throughthe gap to find her face down, her naked ass wriggling in the air as she pleasures herself. And a panic takes over.
My pulse quickens and I curse quietly under my breath.Dammit, Jenna.I shift uncomfortably, the visual making this impending interaction so much more awkward.
“Fuck.” Thinking of kittens dressed as babies and the Storm losing a championship game, I adjust the bulge in my pants and man up, readying myself to knock. But before I get the chance, laughter filters from behind me.
Or more specifically, Blair’s honey-like giggle.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I turn, her arms folded over her chest, her breasts filling out her skimpy silk pajama top.
She bites her lip as she smirks, and I lose control of my emotions—and my cock, as it twitches for attention. Everything about her pulls me in.
“I’m here to see you,” I rasp before clearing my throat. “Is this not your room?”
“Nope.” She giggles again. “You walked right past me with that determined look in your eyes. The one you get when you’re focused on the end zone.”
My mood lifts, along with my brows, and I smile as my heart races.She remembers.But since she’s talking to me and it doesn’t appear as though she’s going to slap me anytime soon, it’s best not to tease her for the moment.
“I’ll admit, I was laser focused, though it seems I was misguided. Is this not the second door on the left?”
“I guess that depends on which direction you’re looking.”
“From the door, Blair. At least that’s what most people would assume. Are you drunk?”
“Drunk? No.” I eye her curiously and she giggles again, her amusement clear as day. I’m about to question her further, when it hits me.
“Youknew.”
“Before you even left the airport.”
“Fuck.” She rocks back on her heels, looking smug, and I’ve got to say, it’s adorable. “So…” I hedge. “You’re okay that I’m here, then? You’re smiling.”That’s gotta be good, right?
“I am smiling. But the jury’s still out on whether or not it’s a good thing. I guess it depends on why you’re here.”
Well, that’s easy.“Because you broke—” Blair shakes her head, silently telling me that’s the wrong answer. I clear my throat and finish my sentence. “My heart,” I say, taking my response in averydifferent direction. “You broke my heart, and I missed you.”
“God, when did you get so corny?”
“Somewhere between then and now.” I shrug jokingly until Blair’s eyes sadden. I might have just killed her good mood. “Not the right thing to say, huh?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “But honestly, I don’t know what the right thing is anymore.”
“Are you pissed that I’m here?”
