One More Chance

I sighed when he captured my lips within the loving embrace of his.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

I giggled and shook my head as I pushed him off my body.

“I see you’re still terrible at the after-care. You used to always ask me that in high school. Why did you do that?”

“To see the reaction on your face when I did. I knew it pissed you off, and I see it still does.”

“Well, stop doing it. It’s not romantic.”

“Then next time I won’t do it.”

I looked over at him and gazed into his beautiful eyes. He rolled toward me and collected me in his arms. I laid my head on his glistening chest, the heat of his strength bombarding my skin. I turned my head and pressed a kiss into his skin—a mindless motion I used to do in high school.

“I see you still enjoy my chest,” he said.

“I’ve always enjoyed your chest. It’s your best feature.”

“Then that makes two of us.”

I swatted at him playfully as a smooth chuckle fell from his lips.

“What? I gave you a compliment.”

“Stop talking about my tits,” I said.

“Stop having wonderful tits.”

“I’m going to get a reduction so I don’t have good tits.”

“What a travesty that would be to this world. Why would you rob me of that?”

I looked up at him and watched a cheeky grin crawl across his face.

“Remember the football field?” I asked.

“I remember the bleachers,” he said.

“You don’t remember the field?”

“Why don’t you remind me?”

“You know, the football field.”

“I know what a football field is, Ana. I want to hear you say it.”

“You took me out to the middle of the field after the game you guys won and told me you loved me for the first time. You kissed me in front of the entire school, and the collective gasp made us both burst out laughing.”

“All of those guys were just jealous I’d snatched up the most beautiful girl in school.”

“They were shocked because the football captain and soccer extraordinaire was dating the fat girl in school.”

“You stop using that word right now.”

“I own it better in my later years,” I said, grinning.

“You’re not fat, Ana.”

“I am, but it isn’t a bad thing. I’m beautiful. Every plus-sized woman is. We just come in larger packages for those who can enjoy the ride.”

“And boy can I enjoy it.”

Tyler rolled me over onto my back and peppered my neck with kisses. I laughed until tears sprang to my eyes, but then I looked over at the clock on the wall. It was almost half past eleven, and I had to get back to my parents’ house.

I had to pick up Brody.

“I had a really great time tonight,” I said as I sat up.

“Now where do you think you’re going?” he asked as he pulled me back down.

“Tyler, I have to get going. It’s almost midnight.”

“You can stay here. My bed is more than big enough for the two of us.”

“You’ll make me late for the business meeting I have in the morning.”

“Ah, and work spoils it all,” he said.

He flopped down onto the bed melodramatically as I got up to get dressed. I shook my head and giggled as he tossed his arm over his eyes. He had always been so outlandish. It seemed as if he hadn’t changed at all. And yet everything about him had changed.

My eyes lingered on his sprawling naked form while I got dressed. Then I gathered my things and headed for the door.

“Not so fast,” Tyler said.

He twirled me around and wrapped me up in his arms before planting a kiss on my lips. I melted into his embrace as he massaged my lower back. Heat pooled between my legs. I could easily go another round with him. Or two. Or three. Or until the sun came up. I felt like shit for lying to him about a business meeting, but I couldn’t stay. My father was playing poker and my mother had looked exhausted when I had dropped Brody off.

When I had dropped our son off.

“I really have to go,” I said as I pushed away from him.

“Fine, fine. But I’m calling you later.”

“Trust me, I expected as much.”

“Well don’t sound so disappointed.”

“Trust me, I’m not,” I said, grinning.

And the reality of it was that I wasn’t disappointed. As I left Tyler’s apartment and made my way down to my car, I hoped he would call me. I hoped we would run into one another again, even though I was toeing a dangerous line with him.

I slid into the seat of my car and drew in a few more breaths, sobering up before I cranked my car. It was time for me to go get my son.

To go get our son.

Tyler

Even though I’d tried calling Ana twice since we had hooked up, I hadn’t been able to get her on the phone. That bothered me. I didn’t want to drop by her work again and seem like a stalker, but I had told her I was going to call her. Did she not want to speak with me?