Floating? Who the hell am I kidding? She has consumed every inch of my thoughts for months now. Whether it’s thoughts of that insane body, that gorgeous damn smile, or those fuck me now big brown eyes she’s there. Whether I am remembering the kisses we’ve shared or picturing that body beneath mine, she’s there. Even when I was ignoring her like a damn idiot, she was there.
Why the hell did I say six months? I have no idea what the fuck I was thinking. I keep wondering if Zoey was right. Could she really find someone else and forget about me? I’ve never in my life doubted my ability to leave a very long-lasting impression on a girl but suddenly I’m worried and that’s not sitting well with me.
This isn’t me. I don’t worry whether I can have a woman. I don't chase girls that tell me no. I don't obsess like a fucking creeper. But that's all I've done since that night in the bar.
I grab my phone to call Christian. He picks up on the second ring with a huff. “What?”
I snicker at his frustration as a female voice rises in the background. “Need you to get me an address,” I tell him.
“For whom?”
“Tori Reese.”
“Why the hell does everyone have me checking on women all of a sudden?” he grumbles lowly.
“Who else has you checking?” I ask. My curiosity piqued because, let’s face it, I love other people’s drama. I find it entertaining.
“None of your business, fucker,” he hisses. “Why should I find this girl’s address for you?”
“Because if you do, I’ll be sure not to let Rory and Layla know where you’ve been poking around lately.”
“What makes you think he doesn’t already know?” he counters, but he doesn’t realize the slight change in his tone tells me the answer. I stay silent and let him grow his worries until he relents. And he does, of course.
“Thanks. One more thing?”
“What do you want, asshole?”
“Who else is asking you about a girl?” I can practicallyhearthe grin on his face. “Bastian.”
I let out a low whistle as that bit of information absorbs. “Fuck me. Has hell frozen over?”
“Probably, and we’re all heading there. I’ll send you what I find.”
I nod even though he can’t see me. As I lay back on the bed. It doesn’t take him long to get me what I need, and almost as soon as the address is on my phone, I’m out the door.
Twenty-five minutes later, I am standing outside her apartment door with, what I know, is a fucking dumbass grin on my face. I tap my knuckles on the door a couple of times then stand off to the side so she can’t see me through her peep hole.
Then she opens the door, and damn if she’s not the sexiest thing alive. Tiny tight shorts and some kind of off the shoulder t-shirt is all she’s wearing with that nearly white hair hanging down to her ass. The look of shock on her face when she sees me is priceless. “Zane, what are you doing here?”
I flash her what Christian referred to as my panty melting smile while hoping her clothes melt off and I can see what’s hiding behind the clothes. “I was in the neighborhood.”
“In the neighborhood?” she asks doubtfully as her eyebrows draw down into a disbelieving V. “You expect me to believe you were in the neighborhood when you live two-thousand miles away?” I only offer a shrug in response. “Zane, I told you last time that there is no point to this.”
“Have you stopped thinking of me yet?”
“You haven’t crossed my mind once,” she tells me with a raised chin, but I can see the lie in her eyes that makes me smirk.
“Not once, huh?” I ask as I step into her space.
She holds her ground. Stands a little straighter. Holds her head a little higher. Keeps her eyes on mine. Except I see the flutter of her pulse in her neck. “Nope.”
Then her eyes drop to my mouth where my tongue slips out subtly to lick my lips.
Gotcha.
“Well, that’s a shame because I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” I step in a bit more until there not more than a few inches of space between us. I see the breath she sucks in. I notice the heave of her chest and the way her hands twitch slightly like she can’t decide if she wants to push me away or pull me to her. I lean into her until my lips are millimeters from her ear. “Haven’t. Stopped. Once.”
I watch as goosebumps rise on her shoulders. I notice the way she sways slightly. But she’s trying to stand firm. “Well, you did say six months.”
