Page 17 of Meant for You

So when she walked back in, I focused on the TV and picking a movie and not the woman now sitting beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat and softness of her body.

“Here,” she said, passing me a glass.

I looked down at it, then at her, and couldn’t stop my grin. “Milk?”

She shrugged. “I like milk.”

Everly had changed a lot and not just outwardly. And then she went and gave me this, a taste of my Eves, my girl. “I know you like milk, babe. But I was thinking more a beer.”

“I don’t drink much. Though, as you know, I’m working on that,” she said.

“You don’t want to drink, don’t drink.”

“I don’t do anything I don’t want, Dane. You should know that about me by now.”

I did. “True enough.”

“If you want a beer, Cal has some in the fridge.”

I grinned down at her disgruntled expression. “Milk’s good.”

That earned me a smile that made my gut tighten. Then I said what was playing on my mind, what I was desperate to know. “You’ve come to a decision. About me.”

“How’d you guess?” she said, head tilted to the side, all that thick auburn hair sliding to one side and tickling my arm.

It smelled amazing. “I’m sitting here beside you, not kicked to the curb.”

She took a sip of her drink, leaving a milk mustache, and I grinned wider.

“What?”

“You got something on your…” I touched the top of her lip as her tongue slid out, lapping it up. That little pink tongue brushed the tip of my finger, and all my efforts to get my dick under control were blown to shit.

I dropped my hand and tried to act unaffected but wasn’t sure I was pulling it off. If she’d looked down at my groin, she’d have known exactly what was going on in my sick fucking mind.

“So?” I croaked out. “What did you decide?”

Her eyes came to mine, and this time she wasn’t trying to hide them from me. They locked on with a confidence that had my heart pounding faster.

“You said you’d do anything?”

“I meant it,” I said without hesitation. “Tired of being without you. I thought leaving you alone was the best for you, but we both know I was wrong. So yeah, I’d do anything to get back what we had.” I wanted that more than anything.

She licked her lips again and leaned back, pulling something from her pocket. A folded piece of paper. “Two things,” she said.

I quirked a brow.

“Read it.”

I took it from her and unfolded it.

Go to a party.

Sleep under the stars.

Slow dance to a fast song in a crowded bar.

Skinny-dip.