The smell of coffee being brewed wafted into the room.
“Ok. Call me right when you leave there. Or better yet, I’ll come pick you up.”
“I’ll text you soon.”
I threw my phone into my clutch and called through the door, “Bo?”
He hollered back, “Yup?”
“Where are your shorts? I’m half naked over here.”
I glanced down at the clock on his nightstand and gasped a little—it was already half past eight.
He made his way back into the room. “Everything ok?” he asked as he handed me a pair of black Soffe shorts. I grabbed them and threw them on the bed.
“Really? Your fiancée’s shorts?”
“Ex.” He sat on the end of the bed, a light red starting to dust his cheeks and the back of his neck. “And they’re yours.”
I checked the tag in the back and sure enough, “Peyton West” was scrawled in my mother’s handwriting.
“Why’d you keep them?”
He shrugged. “Maybe I knew that someday you’d be back for them.”
His hand landed on my hip as our lips naturally started to drift for each other, but against everything my body was begging me to do, I pulled away from him.
“Bo, there is nothing I want more than to curl up in this bed with you right now, but I have to get home to Molly.”
“Molly?” His eyes grew three sizes as he scooted back from me.
“My dog. I have a chocolate lab. She has been alone all night and is probably crossing her legs by the door begging to be let out.”
“Oh fuck, okay. That’s a relief.” He grabbed his keys off the dresser and started lacing up his sneakers.
“What did you think I meant?” I pulled my shorts on and grabbed my clothes from the night before.
“Well, honestly? I thought you were about to tell me you had a damn kid at home.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that left me. “Seriously? You have to have sex to get pregnant.”
Right as the words fell from my lips, my cheeks and ears stung.
His stare smoldered as he grabbed my hip again. “How long has it been, babe?”
Babe.That word sent shivers down my arms. I missed him so much more than I had in years now that he standing next to me. His lust was palpable as I pulled away from him, making my way for the front door.
“Come on, let’s go.”
Right as I was about the grab the door knob, Bo grabbed my arm and spun me around into his arms. Before I knew what was happening, his lips were connecting with mine. If fireworks are really a thing people see when they have a magical kiss, then his apartment should have exploded right on the spot.
He pressed me up against the front door, kissing down my jaw to my collar bone. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, Peyton.” His voice was breathy, lust-filled, and turned me on instantly.
“I guess Molly can wait just a little bit longer.”
Bo and I made quick work of tossing our clothes off and making our way to his large leather couch next to us. He knew exactly what to do to send chills up my spine and make me ache for more.
Standing behind the couch, he bent me over, gripping my hip firmly with one hand and sliding the other softly around my neck.