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He took a step closer to me, and we were in one of those cliché, yet undeniably sexy moments, where I was pressed up against a door, with him looking down at me. I gulped. He puts his hand on the door by my head. I think he read an article on the art of seduction since we last met. Or maybe I am that hard up. He has always been good at cornering me into a sexy situation. Damn him.

“You’re so hot,” I said out loud, accidentally.

He chuckled quietly and took another step forward. “You know, I actually do put out on the first date in special circumstances.”

I whispered, “Is this a first date? Again? Is this a special circumstance?”

“Fuck yeah, it is,” he replied as he leaned in to kiss me. Through a haze of clothes getting torn off amidst some heavy tongue action, we fell to the couch in a heap of limbs and body heat. First, I acknowledge that I might regret this in the morning, and this might be a bad idea. Then I do it anyway, and currently, I have no regrets.

I woke up the next morning, confused about why I was on the couch until I felt a big, hot, human lying underneath me. I felt him move a little, and he whispered in a sexy, morning voice, “How about that breakfast?”

Chapter 16

September 13th, 2018

Luke and I have been talking a lot more lately, and I am starting to have a hard time remembering why we ended things so many years ago. At the time, we were both searching for different things. I wanted to settle down, and he wanted a life of adventure. But he’s older now. He has been great to talk to; we have fun together; he makes me laugh, and he is so damn sexy. That checks all of the important boxes, right? The other night, we stayed in, ordered food, and binge-watched a popular Netflix series that neither of us had gotten around to watching.

Luke arrived at my house ten minutes after our agreed-upon time, which is typical Luke behavior. It’s been so long since he annoyed me with his constant tardiness, I find myself feeling charmed by some things never changing. I met him at the door, and he leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. This kiss was so innocent, just a fleeting moment, but it was enough to heat my skin. Because middle-aged Luke is so, so hot. He is, once again, without glasses.

I grabbed him by the arm, pulled him through the door, and dragged him toward me until we were standing just inches apart.

“Happy to see me?” he asked, with a huge, sexy grin on his face. He has little crinkles around his eyes that appear when he smiles widely. It was almost enough to make me strip by the front door, knowing full well Jenkins is watching from her porch with a telescope under the guise of stargazing.

I looked up at him and pulled him just a bit closer. “Yes. I can’t stop thinking about the last time you were here.”

“You mean the breakfast we had together?” he teased.

“Before that.”

“Oh yes, the house tour. I also enjoyed that,” he whispered, his lips coming closer to mine.

To my horror, I let out a little giggle at his teasing. He was giving me star eyes, and I was acting like a little schoolgirl with a crush. He lifted his hand to my chin and pulled me the rest of the way toward him, our lips meeting for the briefest moment.

“I’ve been thinking about you, too. However, you need to prove to me you don’t just want me for my body.” I rolled my eyes and let out a huff. “Let’s proceed with the plan of ordering food and watching something. I need to keep my strength up, just in case…”

I got to work ordering food while he scrolled through my Netflix account. The sight of him sitting on my couch with the remote was such a throwback to our twenties that I could hardly get over it. It felt like all the time had passed and nothing at all had changed, in a good way.

“Hey, I know I’m way behind the times, but have you watched Ozark yet? It doesn’t look like it,” he commented, referring to a show I had on my list of things to watch.

“I have been meaning to, just haven’t got around to it yet. The food will be here in forty-five minutes. Let’s get it started.”

I walked over to the couch and sat down at a respectable distance, with about half of a cushion separating us. Luke immediately grabbed my arm and dragged me over to him. I snuggled up against him and rested my head on his shoulder. It felt like sinking into a warm, cozy bed after a long day. He smelled fresh out of the shower and exactly how I remembered him.

It wasn’t long into the first episode before he lay down on the couch and pulled me up to his chest, laying me out in front of him. He started running his hand down my arm, my side, my thigh, and working his way back up. I was only wearing leggings and a thin tank top, so his touch warmed my skin and was definitely a distraction. Soon, his hand was leaving the path of my side and was working its way toward my backside.

I looked up at him, and something struck me. “Hey, what happened to your glasses?”

He laughed loudly and removed his hand from my ass as I had startled him. “Oh, those sexy, old things? I had laser surgery. My vision is so bad that I still wear glasses often, but I was able to get rid of the old monstrosities. Do you miss them?

“They were an acquired taste, but they became such a part of you. I never minded them.”

I tried to focus back on the show. A couple of minutes later, his hands started to slide up and down my back again and eventually made their way under my shirt. The heat of his hands on my back was enough to completely distract me from the task at hand.

“Hey, buddy, you’re making it difficult for me to concentrate on what is happening in this show.”

He responded by putting his hand on my ass and giving it a little squeeze.

“This show is so sexy, I can’t help it,” he responded, rubbing warm circles up and down my thighs.