She moans again before I pull my lips from hers. Leaning my forehead against hers,I catch my breath. When I pull back to look at her, she’s looking at me with wide, curious eyes.
I press my thumb against her swollen lip. “Fuck, I want you.”
She’s about to give in. She said it wouldn’t happen earlier, but after one kiss, she’s ready and wanting. Before she can tempt me, I let go of her and take a step back. “Text me tomorrow. I want to know you made it home safe.”
She nods, speechless.
I reach out to touch her again but stop myself. “Tomorrow,” I say again.
She nods, and I step out of the doorway. “Close the door, honey. Lock it.”
I don’t know how to explain what’s going through my head. But I need to know she’s behind closed doors and safe in her apartment. She looks at me longingly, huskily whispering, “Goodnight, Miller. I had a good time tonight.”
I nod. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
She softly closes the door, and I wait for the lock to latch before turning away.
I look at the closed door across from Lindsey's. I know he’s watching us through the peephole, and I’m glad he got a good view of that kiss. I give Ol’ Walter a smirk and a wave, and then I practically skip down the two flights of stairs, whistling along the way. I may have just met Lindsey, but after one kiss, I know she’s going to be the future Mrs. Brody.
CHAPTER 5
LINDSEY
I feel lighter today. As if I’m walking on air. My date last night was amazing, and I know that when he calls to set up that second date, I’m going to say yes. Dang, how can I not? I tried to keep my defenses up, but after one date and that kiss, I knew that I wanted to give in.
Trying to focus on what I’m doing, I look at my camera and the last few pictures I’ve taken. “That’s a wrap,” I call out to the five women standing in front of me. They are all business entrepreneurs with their own businesses. They wanted fresh new headshots, and I got enough pictures for them to use on social media, business cards, and anything else they may need.
“Thank you, ladies. This was fun.”
They offer to help me pack up, but I shake my head. “I’m good. Thank you, though. I’ll send you the finals in the next few days.”
As they walk away, talking and laughing, I sit down on the bench and pull out my phone. Miller has been texting me all day. I got a good morning text this morning, and he asked me if I liked coffee.
Just a few minutes later, I was being delivered a steaming cup of hazelnut coffee from Sugar Bakery down the street.
He’s asked me my favorite color, my favorite animal, and at least ten other questions. I refused to answer the animal question, afraid that he’d send me a dog or something, and that’s not something my lease allows.
I’m surprised when there’s no new text from him, but I try not to let it bother me. He said he’d be with his family tonight at the fundraiser.
I shouldn’t look, but I do anyway. I find the event’s social media page and start scrolling through the photos.
My chest tightens when I see it. A picture of Miller, his arm wrapped around a beautiful woman. She’s smiling up at him, and something insideme sinks.
Last night couldn’t have meant anything. He couldn’t kiss me like that and then show up with someone else on his arm.
Maybe it’s his sister. I search through the feed, looking for more pictures and find one of them dancing. The way she’s looking at him… That’s not his sister.
I let my head fall back. It was all a lie.
I screenshot the image, and before I can talk myself out of it, I send the picture to Miller with a text. “Lose my number.”
Am I overreacting? Probably. We went on one date, and I have no claims to him, but last night he made me feel as if I was special—and now he’s with another woman?
Instantly my phone rings, and when I see it’s Miller, I send it to voicemail.
My phone rings again, but I turn it to silent.
I shove my phone into my pocket and start packing up my gear. I’m walking to my car, and I can feel my phone vibrating in my pocket with incoming text messages. I’m not going to look. At least that’s what I tell myself. As I put everything into my truck, my phone vibrates again, and at the last second, Ianswer the incoming call. “Quit calling me. I’m not interested in what you have to say.”
