“No, I wasn’t asleep.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing. I’m just lying in bed.”
“Alone?” I’m only half joking.
“Very funny.”
I chuckle. “Were you thinking of me?”
“What if I were?”
“I’d tell you I was thinking about you too. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all night.”
I hear her inhale. “You should stop.” She exhales. “You’re in danger of starting to sound romantic.”
Would that be so bad? “Do you have anything against romance?”
“Not really.” Her voice is a whisper. “Do you?”
I shake my head. “I cannot be opposed to anything that would bring you pleasure.”
“My world is officially rocked,” she says with a chuckle.
I laugh softly. “Did you have a good time tonight?”
“Mmhmm. I loved the play, and Aidan is really great.”
“I think he may have fallen in love with you. He’s usually more reserved with women.”
She’s laughing again. “That’s ridiculous.”
“It is. I’d have to challenge him to a duel or something.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“I’d have to.” I let out a deep breath. “I want to see you.”
There’s a pause. “Now?”
“I know it’s late, and you should be asleep, but I’m outside your building looking up at your window, wondering what the fuck is wrong with me.”
“You’re here?” In a matter of moments, she’s at the window.
I climb out of the car. “Can I come up?”
“Yes!”
She buzzes me in, and I hurry up the stairs. I’m halfway up when she opens the door, dressed in a loose tank top and shorts. Her face is scrubbed clean of makeup, and she looks as fresh as a spring blossom. Grabbing her, I kiss her soundly, the way I’ve been aching to do all night.
She melts into my arms. Still kissing her, I nudge her inside and close the door behind us.
I finally release her to catch my breath. “Thanks for letting me up. I’d have felt very much like a fool if I had to drive back home.”
She laughs softly, amused. “I doubt you’ve ever felt like a fool.”
“No, but around you, it’s hard to know how I feel.”