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brought a smile to her lips.
“Actually, I was thinking of calling you soon anyway. I enjoyed seeing you the other day.”
After the melodrama her imagination had conjured up surrounding the wreck, confessing her feelings seemed non-dramatic in comparison.
“I enjoyed seeing you too, Belle. I’d like to see you again.”
His reply made her smile. And what would it hurt to agree, to see if he was fishing for anything more than a casual fling? Mariah might be right.
“That sounds good to me,” she said after a moment’s pause.
“Have you given any thought to where you’d like to meet?”
“Not really. Have you?”
“We could grab dinner tonight. You still love seafood?”
“Of course.”
“What do you say we hit up Moreno’s?”
One of the best local seafood places, Moreno’s boasted an ocean view and even had its own beach access ramp. “Okay.”
“It all right if I pick you up at seven?”
She agreed without hesitation. When she got off the phone a minute later, she finally had what she’d never gotten with Jackson: a date.
Mariah emerged from the bathroom a convenient twenty seconds later. Her lips were freshly glossed and her olive skin was flushed artfully pink over her cheekbones. Apparently, she’d redone her make-up.
“Jackson’s okay,” Belle said. “He’s off work today and wasn’t in the wreck.”
Mariah sighed, rolling her shoulders as if a burden had just been lifted from them. “Good. What else did you guys talk about?”
“Well, we’re going to Moreno’s for dinner tonight.”
“Nice. So, all it took for you to realize you’re definitely still interested in him was thinking that he might be dead.”
“I was always interested in him – I’m just not sure how serious he is about me. I’m still going to tread carefully. If it turns out all he wants is sex, he can forget it.”
“I doubt that’s all he wants. It was always obvious he had a thing for you when we were younger.”
The feeling had been mutual, and in a way it had made leaving him after they’d finally gotten together a little more bearable. She’d liked him so much that the thought of having him like that and then watching him lose interest in her afterward had been unbearable.
This time, there would be no packing her bags and moving on to another life in another state. She wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was he.
* * * * *
Heading to Belle’s apartment on Saturday evening wasn’t like the time before. This time, she wanted him there.
It made all the difference. Jackson’s blood rushed through his veins, as hot as the setting August sun. He was glad he’d brought her the flowers and stashed his number among the blooming lilies. This time, he approached her door empty-handed, his head full of memories and hopes so thoroughly intertwined that it was hard to tell them apart.
He’d give his left nut to see her strip naked for him again, to run his hands up her thighs and bury his cock between them. The memory of doing exactly that had stayed vivid all this time, unfaded by the half a dozen years gone by. That was more than he could say about anyone else he’d ever been with.
Belle had been different – special. And not just because he’d been the first to have her, the only one who’d ever claim the thrill of thrusting into her tight, virgin heat. That’d been exhilarating on every level, but he wasn’t a Neanderthal. He’d valued Belle for Belle, not her inexperience or the chance to take something no one else would ever be able to claim after him.
The real reason it had been so damn amazing was because it’d been so unexpected. By the time she’d started college, he hadn’t been able to look at her without feeling a wrenching in his chest and a swelling in his groin. She’d always been beautiful, intelligent and friendly toward him. And she’d been untouchable in his eyes – not because of her virginity, but her perfection.
Hell, he hadn’t even realized he was
“Actually, I was thinking of calling you soon anyway. I enjoyed seeing you the other day.”
After the melodrama her imagination had conjured up surrounding the wreck, confessing her feelings seemed non-dramatic in comparison.
“I enjoyed seeing you too, Belle. I’d like to see you again.”
His reply made her smile. And what would it hurt to agree, to see if he was fishing for anything more than a casual fling? Mariah might be right.
“That sounds good to me,” she said after a moment’s pause.
“Have you given any thought to where you’d like to meet?”
“Not really. Have you?”
“We could grab dinner tonight. You still love seafood?”
“Of course.”
“What do you say we hit up Moreno’s?”
One of the best local seafood places, Moreno’s boasted an ocean view and even had its own beach access ramp. “Okay.”
“It all right if I pick you up at seven?”
She agreed without hesitation. When she got off the phone a minute later, she finally had what she’d never gotten with Jackson: a date.
Mariah emerged from the bathroom a convenient twenty seconds later. Her lips were freshly glossed and her olive skin was flushed artfully pink over her cheekbones. Apparently, she’d redone her make-up.
“Jackson’s okay,” Belle said. “He’s off work today and wasn’t in the wreck.”
Mariah sighed, rolling her shoulders as if a burden had just been lifted from them. “Good. What else did you guys talk about?”
“Well, we’re going to Moreno’s for dinner tonight.”
“Nice. So, all it took for you to realize you’re definitely still interested in him was thinking that he might be dead.”
“I was always interested in him – I’m just not sure how serious he is about me. I’m still going to tread carefully. If it turns out all he wants is sex, he can forget it.”
“I doubt that’s all he wants. It was always obvious he had a thing for you when we were younger.”
The feeling had been mutual, and in a way it had made leaving him after they’d finally gotten together a little more bearable. She’d liked him so much that the thought of having him like that and then watching him lose interest in her afterward had been unbearable.
This time, there would be no packing her bags and moving on to another life in another state. She wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was he.
* * * * *
Heading to Belle’s apartment on Saturday evening wasn’t like the time before. This time, she wanted him there.
It made all the difference. Jackson’s blood rushed through his veins, as hot as the setting August sun. He was glad he’d brought her the flowers and stashed his number among the blooming lilies. This time, he approached her door empty-handed, his head full of memories and hopes so thoroughly intertwined that it was hard to tell them apart.
He’d give his left nut to see her strip naked for him again, to run his hands up her thighs and bury his cock between them. The memory of doing exactly that had stayed vivid all this time, unfaded by the half a dozen years gone by. That was more than he could say about anyone else he’d ever been with.
Belle had been different – special. And not just because he’d been the first to have her, the only one who’d ever claim the thrill of thrusting into her tight, virgin heat. That’d been exhilarating on every level, but he wasn’t a Neanderthal. He’d valued Belle for Belle, not her inexperience or the chance to take something no one else would ever be able to claim after him.
The real reason it had been so damn amazing was because it’d been so unexpected. By the time she’d started college, he hadn’t been able to look at her without feeling a wrenching in his chest and a swelling in his groin. She’d always been beautiful, intelligent and friendly toward him. And she’d been untouchable in his eyes – not because of her virginity, but her perfection.
Hell, he hadn’t even realized he was
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