Breath Of Life

“I guess so. My reward for your persistence.”

“How could I be anything else when I know how worth the wait you are?”

I give a quick laugh. “Smooth.”

“I try.”

I take a right turn toward his home, and the car keeps going straight. “I’m an idiot.”

“What happened?”

“The car kept driving when I turned.”

“Come over anyway. I need a break, and I want to see you.”

The sincerity in his voice coaxes a smile. “Only if you promise to feed me.”

“Always hungry. I’ll do you one better. We’ll go out.”

“Like a date?” I ask as excitement fills me.

“Past time we had one, don’t you think?”

I smile. I wasn’t sure if the kiss the other day had been a one-off or the start of something new.

“Yes.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Since you’re feeding me, why don’t you pick?”

“How about we head over to Trinity Groves and pick when we get there?”

My mouth waters at the thought of the unique offerings from the incubator program which brought in fresh new restaurants trying to make a name for themselves. The Microbrewery they have adds to the charm. It’s a cultural event every time I go.

“You know the way to my heart, don’t you?”

“I’m learning.”

“I’m pulling into your driveway.”

“I’m hanging up and escaping the mountain of paperwork in my office to meet you at the front door.” The dial tone in my ear makes me laugh. Ollie is a good kind of crazy I didn’t realize I needed in my life. I put the car into park and make my way up to the house. The door opens before I can knock and I bite my bottom lip as I take in his faded jeans and the plain black T-shirt stretched across his chest. The physical therapy and prescribed exercise are shaping and toning his body in ways that make my lady parts quiver. The sexual frustration that exists between us is real.

“You look good.”

He scans my frame. “So do you.”

I glance down at the khaki shorts and white peplum shirt. “I didn’t dress to impress.”

“You don’t have to try to do that.”

Placing my palm on his chest on the opposite side of his wound, I rise on my heels and keep my gaze glued to his as we kiss. The connection between us opens, and he slips his tongue into my mouth. I mold my lower body to his. He tugs on my hair, pulling it taut as he nips and sucks me into submission. I’m putty in his large, warm hands. Dazed, I peer up at him as he pulls away.

“We should go.”

“Uh huh.” He could say anything right now, and I’d go along with it.

He wraps an arm around my waist and guides me back the way I came.