Page 56 of Finding Lexie
Being with Midas made her happy, sure, but it also made her yearn for a long-term relationship. She wasn’t quite sure if he felt the same.
Consciously putting her worries aside, Lexie vowed to enjoy the day. It was Sunday and she had the day off, and she was going to get to see more of the island.
Her phone rang and, seeing it was Midas, Lexie answered it on the second ring. “Hi,” she said cheerfully
“Hi back,” Midas said. “You sound happy.”
“I am,” she gushed. “I have the day off, it’s a beautiful day, and I get to spend it with you.” She spoke without thinking, and for a second, when Midas didn’t immediately respond, she wondered if she’d been too enthusiastic.
But then he said, “Couldn’t have said it better myself. You ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I’ll be pulling in front of your building in about three minutes.”
“I’ll be there,” Lexie assured him.
“Lex?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m looking forward to today. To spending time with you.”
Lexie swallowed hard. She hadn’t expected Midas to get so serious this early in the morning. “Me too,” she said.
“Good. See you soon.”
“Soon,” she echoed and clicked off the phone. She spun and grabbed her purse, putting the strap over her head and arm and headed for the door.
Three minutes later, she walked outside and saw Midas’s convertible waiting for her at the curb. He climbed out and came around to her side of the car.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hey,” he replied, leaning down.
It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to go up on her tiptoes and put a hand on his chest to balance herself. The kiss was short and sweet. Midas smelled like soap and coffee. She licked her lips, tasting him there.
He groaned.
Lexie couldn’t help but smile. She’d never felt particularly sexy in her life. She was just who she was. But around Midas, her feminine side preened and she couldn’t help but lick her lips again.
This time, Midas smiled and lifted his hand to smooth her hair behind her ear. “Hair tie?” he asked.
Lexie had purposely left her hair down, simply because she knew Midas wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. Whenever he was around her, his hands seemed to gravitate to her curls. She’d never liked anyone playing with her hair in the past, but she craved Midas’s touch. She reached into her purse and pulled out a scrunchie with a small grin.
“May I?” he asked, nodding to the material in her hand.
“You want to put my hair up?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah.”
His answer seemed odd, but it made Lexie’s belly clench. She nodded, handed him the hair tie, then turned her back to him.
Goose bumps broke out on her arms as she felt Midas’s fingers lightly combing through her curly strands as he gathered them into a ponytail. He was taking his time, and Lexie knew she’d stand there in the middle of the sidewalk for as long as it took him to finish. Why having his hands in her hair felt so intimate, she didn’t know. No one had ever done this for her before. Not her mom that she could remember, and certainly not her father.
Lexie closed her eyes and felt her nipples tighten as Midas continued to stroke her hair. He expertly wrapped the scrunchie around the locks several times, and gave her one last stroke before putting his hands on her shoulders and leaning down.
“Thank you,” he said huskily into her ear.
