“Yeah.” Her voice cracked.
“Lyla?” I flinched at the sharpness in my tone. But she was holding something back and I needed her to tell me the truth.
“I’m scared.” She rushed the words out, barely taking a breath before adding, “Dylan said it was probably nothing, but I don’t know…I just have this bad feeling I can’t shake.”
Fuck. That made two of us.
And if we were both feeling the same way, maybe we needed to listen.
“I’m coming home.”
“No, you don’t need to do that. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
Well, it was too late for that, because there was no way I could stop worrying.
Chapter Nineteen
LYLA
I paced the apartment again,glancing over at the dark curtains that were pulled together in front of the sliding glass door that led to the balcony.
Being one flight up should have made me feel safer.
It didn’t.
Probably because when I looked out the door earlier, my gaze shifting to the tree line, I got the distinct feeling that someone was watching me.
Maybe this whole situation was just adding fuel to my overactive imagination.
Adam said he was going to try to come home. Part of me wanted him to. But the other, more rational part of me knew he was needed at the station.
The distinctive sound of a key being turned in a lock caused me to whip my gaze toward the front door. I held my breath until the door swung open and Adam appeared.
He shut the door, and my feet were moving before I could even think about it. His arms opened with an obvious invitation, and I didn’t hesitate to take him up on it. I melted against him as he pulled me against his chest, finally feeling safe for the first time in the last hour.
The tension completely left my body as his hand rubbed up and down my back. The touch was simply soothing at first, but quickly morphed into more as my skin heated. Without permission, my breath hitched, and when a groan rumbled from his chest, I pulled back to look up at him.
The heat of his gaze burned into me as it skated across my lips.
Was he going to kiss me? Did I want him to kiss me? A mix of excitement and uncertainty rolled through my body at the idea.
He searched my face, slowly leaning down toward me, but paused a breath away. For a moment, disappointment bubbled up. Until he closed the distance and slanted his mouth over mine.
His lips were gentle but demanding as he devoured my mouth. I fisted the back of his shirt, anchoring myself to him, and he tightened his arms around me. Tangling his fingers in my curls, he tilted my head and then parted my lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss. I struggled to catch my breath, so entirely consumed with his kiss.
Jesus. I had imagined this. But nothing I had ever conjured in my waking or dreaming mind compared to this moment.
He mumbled my name in a tone I had never heard from him before. It was needy. Desperate. And I liked it. A lot.
So many thoughts swirled through my head, but before I could grab onto any of them, the ringing of a phone startled me, and worry about the current situation outside shot to the surface.
I wasn’t sure if Adam sensed it or not, but he broke the kiss and stepped back, fishinghis phone from his pocket and bringing it to his ear.
He stared at me as he answered, still trying to catch his breath, and tracked my movements as I brought my fingers to my lips.
What just happened? And what did it mean?
I wasn’t interested in a friends with benefits thing, and I couldn’t imagine he would be either. But did that mean he wanted something serious? Was that what I wanted?
