He takes my hand in his. “I’ve missed you so much over the years. I’m sorry I never came back. But being here with you now means everything to me.”
And in that one moment, I feel my heart cracking open even more.
I lean toward him at the same time he leans down to me. His lips lightly graze mine. My hand wraps around his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue sweeps across my lower lip. I open, granting him access as he deepens the kiss. Goosebumps run down my arms, and I shiver.
He pulls back. “You’re cold?”
“A little, but I don’t want to stop kissing you.”
His thumb runs across my lips. “Let’s go back to your place. We can kiss without fear of hypothermia.”
I laugh. “It isn’t that bad out here.”
Cody shivers. “I swear the temperature dropped ten degrees in the last few minutes.”
“I doubt that. You just want to get me back to my place, don’t you?”
Just to prove me wrong, a few snowflakes fall. He arches an eyebrow. “Do you still doubt me?”
I laugh and roll my eyes. “Okay, fine, let’s go. I wonder if it will stick to the roads. ”
“Nah. I’m sure we’re only seeing it because we’re several hundred feet up. It won’t be snowing on the highway.”
After we stand, Cody takes his jacket off and puts it over my shoulders. His scent engulfs me, and I can’t wait to be wrapped in his arms, with his shirt off.
“Thank you.” My voice comes out husky.
Cody chuckles. “You’re very welcome.”
He then picks up all our stuff and packs it into the car.
“If you’d prefer, I can take you home then leave,” he offers as we settle in our seats. “I don’t mean to be presumptuous.”
I don’t want this night to end yet. “No, you can come in. I’d love to talk more.”
“I’d like that.”
When we reach my apartment, rain has started to fall.
“See? Only rain down here. It’s too warm for snow,” Cody says.
It might be too warm for snow, but we still run from the car to my front door. A breeze has picked up, causing the rain to pelt us in the face. We’re both laughing as we enter my apartment.
“Remember that time we hiked around the lake, and it started raining really hard when we were halfway around it?” I ask.
“I do. We were drenched by the time we finished. I literally had to wring out my shirt.”
“Thank goodness I had a sweatshirt on, or my outfit would have been obscene.”
His eyes darken as he takes me in. “I wouldn’t have minded that.” His voice has gone gravelly, like it always did when he was turned on.
My memories of him are coming back hard and fast. So many things I tried to forget, but now, I want to remember everything. I grab his tie and pull him down, crashing my lips to his.
A knock at the door interrupts us.
“Ms. Taylor?” a voice calls. “Open up. It’s the police.”
I step back. “The police?”
