Finding Our Course (Finding our Way 3)

“Not with you, baby girl. I just want to know what you want.”

“You’re gonna have to wait. Now, instead of going to bed, I’m going to have a glass of wine with Quinn and explain why I am freaking out over your ex in town.”

“No, baby, you enjoy your wine and tell her how excited I am for both of your accomplishments. Don’t ever doubt my affection for you. You are it. I’m crazy about you, and in less than two weeks, I plan to show you.”

“Promises, promises.” I wink at him.

“Goodnight, babe. Talk tomorrow.”

I blow a kiss to the screen and end the conversation. When he logs off, I go find Quinn with a bottle of wine, waving a DVD in my face.

I love my best friend.

Chapter 9

I hop from one foot to the next with nervous anticipation. The flight schedule says he landed ten minutes ago, but he hasn’t shown up yet. The escalators run down, and he’s nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, the air is thick and his scent surrounds me. He’s here. I try to turn around, but strong hands grab my waist and yank me into a hard body. His mouth to my ear relieves any doubt.

“Looking for someone?”

My excitement takes over, and I turn and jump into his arms. “You!” I scream and plant my mouth firmly to his.

“Why didn’t I see you?” I huff when I break away.

“Once again, strategic planning. I took the back stairs.”

“I missed you.” I sink into him, soaking in his warmth. He holds me close a few minutes and then pulls away, kissing the tip of my nose.

“Ready to go?” he asks, linking our hands together.

I tug him behind me, leading us out of the terminal and to my car.

He caresses my hand the whole way to my place, and I purposely take the long way around campus to show him everything. I’d love to walk around tomorrow morning and give him a proper tour, but we’re expecting more snow.

When we get to our apartment, I show him around, making sure he knows the general layout. Once we get to my room, he whistles. “Finally, I get to see it in person and not on a screen.” He glances around and walks directly to my bookshelf.

“God, these turned out good. Can I have a copy?” His eyes are glued to the two pictures I had framed of us from Christmas.

I told him how great they were but refused to send them to him because they are a gift for Valentine’s Day. Little does he know, the photographer took over twenty of us spinning, laughing, and kissing. I have all of those saved as a rotating screensaver.

Yep, I’m a bit obsessed.

“Umm, yeah, we’ll get them printed while you’re here.” I try to sound nonchalant.

He sets them back and comes to me, pulling one of my arms to his chest and wrapping the other around his neck. “I’ve missed you.”

His scent surrounds us, and I sink into him, inhaling deeply. “You too.”

“What are our plans tonight?”

“We have about three hours until Quinn gets back. Then she’s going to be in complete freak-out mode about Dean flying in tomorrow for the weekend.”

“Three hours, huh?” He kisses a trail down my neck.

“Uh huh.”

“Babe…” He bends down and lifts me gently, walking us to the edge of my bed. “I’ve really missed you.” He lowers me down and lays partially on top of me. His hard length presses against my hip, and I grind against him.