“Bad week,” he mutters evenly, palming the base of my spine with spread fingertips. “Where can I get you alone?”
Oh, no.
Quickly rummaging through the layout of the facility in my head, there’s an office off the lobby that no one barely uses.
“This way,” I tell him, guiding him by his hand to the space where he lets me in first, then promptly closes the door behind him.
Then Iget nervous.
Turning on my heels, I try to plant a brave face to the impromptu visit, but my first thought is that he’s getting cold feet.
And calling off the wedding.
Why else would he randomly show up here when I know his schedule is fully booked for the next century and a half?
“You look…” His green eyes unhurriedly descend on my white dress, one he bought me last Christmas. “Stunning, Meirna.”
I wish I could soak that compliment in, but I can’t think of another reason why he’d be here other than bad news. “You’re breaking up with me.”
His brows instantly clash together before his focus shoots up to me. “Excuse me?”
I didn’t mean to blurt it out loud, but I can’t stand the wait and small talk.
“That’s why you’re here.” My heart begins to pound in my chest furiously, spiking my blood pressure to almost unbearable heights. He’s given me zero reason or inclination otherwise. I’ve seen enough movies, though…this is my worst nightmare in the making. “You don’t?—”
“I’m not allowed to visit my wife?”
My pulse begins to slow because he’s never called me that…yet.
Wife.
Sheesh.
I mean, obviously not, because we’re not married, but I still like it.
A lot.
“Don’t get me wrong,” I start. “I’m happy you’re here?—”
“Then why haven’t you kissed me yet?”
He missed me, too.
Bobby isn’t the sentimental type. Neither is my father, so I’m used to it. But, hearing himneedme, has my feet move on their own accord because I’ve missed Bobby so much. I’m just carefulwith how needy I might and could get when he’s been under a lot of strain.
He gets overstimulated, and the last thing I want to be is someone who equally stresses him out while trying to juggle everything he has on his plate right now.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I have to rise on my tiptoes to reach. I’m not in heels today, but flats, and my head only hits his chest on a regular day.
Like this one.
Bobby leans in and wastes no time slamming his lips mercilessly into mine. The kiss is starved and, honestly, surprising when his tongue immediately delves within the next second between my lips.
Bobby is usually sweet and soft, but today, the emotional and mental burden he’s been carrying must have him needing to release the tension.
And I’m all too happy to be the one on the other side of it if he’s going to kiss me like he’s been starving all day for me.
“I’ve been waiting for what seems like forever,” he mutters through heavy kisses. “To taste this mouth. To have you pressed up against me. To feel every one of your curves, Meirna.”
