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"I have an elevator."

"You have to get past me first."

She glances toward the doorway, then back at the frosting in my hand. I take another step, and she turns to make a run for it.

Her slipper hits a smear of frosting.

Her foot slides out from under her. I catch her around the waist with my good arm, but her other foot slips before she can get it underneath her.

My knee hits the floor. I turn with her, keeping her head away from the cabinet, and lower her as carefully as I can.

My bad arm reaches out before I can stop it.

Pain shoots through my shoulder when my palm hits the floor.

"Fuck," I groan.

Baylor lies beneath me, one hand pressed against my chest. I shift my weight onto my good forearm and keep the other arm close to my side.

"Wolf." Her smile is gone. "Your shoulder."

"Give me a second."

She stays still while I wait for the sharp pain to ease. My knee hurts. There’s frosting on my neck, and I’m probably wearing more of it somewhere I can’t see.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yes. You’re the one who’s hurt." Her eyes move to my shoulder. "You should’ve let me fall."

"I’ll never let you fall, Baylor."

She looks back at me.

I hadn’t planned to say that. I mean it anyway.

Her hand slides up my chest and around the back of my neck. I’m close enough to see the frosting she missed on her cheek, but it’s her mouth I’m looking at now.

She pulls me down and kisses me.

For a second, I’m too surprised to do anything. Then I kiss her back, and her fingers tighten at my neck.

I’ve wanted this since she stood in my doorway with that fucking whiteboard. Probably before that, if I’m being honest. Now she’s kissing me on my kitchen floor, and I’m trying to remember why I thought I could keep sharing this apartment with her and pretend I only cared about the cupcakes.

She draws me closer. I settle between her thighs, keeping my weight on my good arm so I don’t crush her.

Her mouth opens beneath mine.

Goddamn it.

I slow down enough to kiss her properly, even though everything in me wants to hurry. She has one hand at my neck and the other sliding over my bare back. When I shift closer, she pulls me in instead of letting me move away.

I lift my mouth from hers just enough to look at her.

"Still no interest in me?"

"Stop talking before I think better of it."

I kiss her again, smiling against her mouth until she makes it very difficult to think about anything else. Her knees draw closer to my sides, and I move with her, grinding down between her thighs, showing her how fucking hard I am when I'm with her.