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over my stomach and between my breasts until his mouth landed gently on mine. Tucking his hands behind my back, he tilted me up to meet his chest and then rolled us so that I was on top of him.
    “What? You didn’t want to be on top?” I smiled against his grin.
    “It’s my birthday.” He smugly placed his hands behind his head. “My choice. I get what I want.”
    “Is that right? Well, I hope you like your choice.”
    I sat up and straddled his waist, tossing my hair while arching my back. Adjusting myself over him, I inhaled and lowered my body slowly until he was settled deep within me.
    I rolled my hips leisurely at first, savoring the feeling, while palming his chest with one hand and gliding the other up my stomach.
    “Good choice,” he stated, watching my hand as it continued upward toward my breast. “Amazing choice.”
    “Good,” I moaned. “So good.”
    I leaned down to kiss him, but he tilted his head and took my nipple in his mouth instead. He cupped both of my breasts and his touch sent a warm sensation to my bones—exciting and enticing me more than I expected. My hips rocked harder in response.
    “God, you feel good,” he groaned. “So good.”
    He grabbed my ass, hard, pulling me down on him over and over.
    “Ruby…” he panted.
    “Oh, god.”
    I kneaded my fingers into his hair, teased his mouth with mine, and continued to move my hips until we both reached that moment—that indescribable moment where we lost ourselves to each other.
     
    ~Present~
     
    I jostle slightly in my seat when the bus makes a left hand turn. The chilly windowpane cools my cheek. Sitting up, I vacantly stare ahead, waiting for my stop.
    I can’t deny that things were really good between us. Brent and I were something special. There’s no doubt in my mind about that. I haven’t felt remotely that way about anyone since him. Not that I’m looking or trying to find someone, but for me, Brent really is the one that all others compare. It’s not a conscious comparison. But while I have dated other people since he and I broke up, no one has ever made my heart soar like him.
    The bus announces my stop and I get off onto Michigan Avenue. Veering around the corner, the wind blows fiercely and I see nothing but the crisp blue lake before me. My footsteps quicken, racing to find refuge from the bitter air. When I reach the door, I’m greeted by the doorman and take comfort from the heated awning.
    I smooth down my hair as I enter into the lobby, searching for a place to sit. There’s a group of upholstered chairs near the stairs. I unbutton my coat, shove my gloves into my pocket, and take a seat. Pulling out my phone, I see that I have ten minutes left to spare. I text Brent letting him know that I’m here and waiting in the lobby.
    Tucking my phone back into my purse, I sit back and wait as patiently as possible. I fidget with the cuffs on my sleeves and tame my wind-blown hair some more. I cross my legs and bounce the top one over and over, unable to keep still.
    Sensing him even before he’s even in my field of vision, I turn and see Brent walking in my direction. His stride is confident and strong. Not stiff, but not casual either. He’s wearing a pair of charcoal grey slacks and a dark green shirt, which is almost the same color as my dress. In one hand, he carries a black leather jacket.
    I attempt not to smile, but my mouth betrays me when his expression ignites. Standing up, I grab my bag off of the chair and wait for him to meet me.
    “Hi,” I say, adjusting the strap of the purse on my shoulder. The scent of his cologne intoxicates my senses.
    “Hi,” he replies, shrugging on his jacket. “So, you said you know of a place we could go?”
    “Yeah, it’s just down the street, but not too far.”
    “You ready?”
    “Sure.”
    He waves his hand toward the door signaling for me to lead the way. I start out, fastening up my jacket as we descend a small grouping of steps.
    “So, is this where