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“Take your time. I’m not in any rush.”
We finish our lunch, the conversation flowing easily between us, but there’s this underlying tension that neither of us seems willing to acknowledge. It’s not the bad kind of tension, though, it’s the kind that makes my pulse quicken, the kind that has me counting down the hours until I can see her again.
Back at the building site, we dive back into our work, but it’s hard to focus when she’s right there, so close I can almost feel the heat of her body next to mine. Every time she leans over to grab something, every time she brushes past me, it’s like a shot of adrenaline straight to my heart. I know I need to keep my head in the game, but all I can think about is what tonight might bring.
By the time we finish up for the day, the air between us is practically crackling with unspoken desire. We exchange a look that says everything we’re not saying out loud, and it takes everything in me not to pull her into my arms right then and there. All I can think about is our kiss last night and when we’ll be able to do it again.
“I’ll pick you up in half an hour?” I ask, my voice rough with the effort of holding back.
She nods, her smile a little too knowing for my sanity. “Half an hour.”
I watch her walk away, my eyes lingering on the sway of her hips as she heads to her car. It takes me a moment to remember how to move, how to breathe, but eventually, I manage to get myself together and head home.
The shower feels good, the hot water washing away the sweat and grime from the day’s work, but it does nothing to cool the fire that’s been burning in my veins since lunch. I stand there for longer than I probably should, trying to calm myself down, trying to remind myself that tonight’s supposed to be about spending time together, about getting to know each other better.
But as much as I try to convince myself of that, there’s this other part of me that just wants to make her mine, to show her exactly how much I want her. It’s been building for so long, this tension between us, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep it at bay.
I dress quickly, keeping it simple in jeans and a clean shirt, nothing too fancy. This is supposed to be a casual night out, after all, even if it feels like so much more. When I’m ready, I grab my keys and head over to her place, my heart pounding with anticipation.
I knock on the door, expecting her to answer in one of those casual yet effortlessly sexy outfits she always seems to pull off sowell. But when the door swings open, all my thoughts come to a screeching halt.
She’s standing there in nothing but a towel, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, a few stray droplets of water still trailing down her neck. The sight of her like that, so natural, so unguarded, nearly knocks the breath out of me.
“Do you always answer the door like that?” I manage to ask, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.
She smirks, leaning casually against the doorframe, clearly enjoying the effect she’s having on me. “No. I only do it when I know it’s you.”
That simple admission sends a jolt of heat straight through me, and I have to force myself to stay rooted in place instead of closing the distance between us. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and damn if it isn’t working.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Auden,” I say, shaking my head with a grin I can’t quite suppress.
“Good,” she replies, her smile widening. “That’s the plan.”
She turns and walks back inside, leaving the door open for me to follow. I stand there for a moment, trying to get my head on straight, but it’s no use. I’m already a goner and I know it.
I step inside, the door clicking shut behind me, and all the thoughts I had about keeping things casual tonight go right out the window. There’s nothing casual about the way she’s looking at me, nothing casual about the way my heart is racing in my chest. This is something more, something I’ve been waiting for since the moment we met.
She disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes, giving me a chance to pull myself together, but it’s a losing battle. By the time she reappears, dressed in a simple dress that hugs her curves just right, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
“Ready?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she twirls a strand of damp hair around her finger.
“Yeah,” I say, swallowing hard. “Ready.”
But the truth is, I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for her, not really. She’s like a force of nature, sweeping me off my feet and making me forget everything else. But if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that I’m damn lucky to be caught in her path.
We head out to my truck, the air between us crackling with unspoken tension. I open the passenger door for her, and she gives me a soft smile as she climbs in, her hand brushing against mine just long enough to send a jolt of electricity through my veins.
The drive to the restaurant is quiet, but it’s a comfortable kind of quiet, the kind that feels like we’re both content just being in each other’s presence. Still, the tension is there, humming just beneath the surface, and I know we’re both feeling it. The question is, where do we go from here?
Dinner is nice, the food is good, and the conversation is easy, but there’s this undercurrent of something more that neither of us can seem to ignore. It’s like we’re both waiting for the other to make the first move, to break the tension that’s been building between us for so long.
By the time we finish eating, I can hardly think straight. All I can think about is getting her back home, being alone with her, and finally giving in to everything I’ve been holding back. I know she feels it too—the way her hand lingers on mine a little longer than necessary, the way her gaze keeps drifting to my lips when she thinks I’m not looking.
“Ready to head out?” I ask, my voice low and rough with anticipation.
“Yeah,” she says, her eyes locking onto mine in a way that makes my pulse quicken. “Let’s go.”
The drive back to her place is a blur, my mind racing with all the possibilities of what might happen next. When we pull up to her house, she turns to me, her expression soft but full of something I can’t quite name.
