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She wriggles in my embrace, but I don’t let go. Not yet. Her scent is intoxicating, and I feel like I’m restocking my supply after not being able to breathe her in for a few days.
“I’m really happy you’re here.” I squeeze her tighter. “You smell so damn good.”
“Really? I feel like I’m so gross right now,” she says with a laugh. “I smell like an airplane.”
“What does an airplane smell like, exactly?”
“Like people trying to discreetly pass gas.”
“Huh. I didn’t think they did that in first class.”
“You’re right. They don’t nearly as much.” Callie chuckles, and I kiss her temple before finally pulling back.
“I missed you, Firefly,” I tell her, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear.
She grins, happiness shining in her eyes. “So, what are we gonna do all day?” She pulls the scarf that’s wrapped around her neck up over the lower half of her face as the biting Chicago wind hits us. “All we have is the day, since I leave tomorrow.”
I look down at her, and even in her puffy coat with her face half-obscured, she’s so goddamn sexy. Blood rushes to my cock.
“It’s up to you,” I say in a low voice, taking her bag from her and slinging it over my shoulder as I lead her toward the car. “We could do every touristy thing there is in this fucking frozen city, or… I can take you back to my hotel room and give you lessons ten through fifteen.”
Her breath catches in her throat, and I see her signature flush rising from beneath the line of her scarf and up to her cheeks.
“You know…” She drags the words out. “A good education is a must. And I’ve always been very studious.”
My cock strains painfully against my pants, and I grab the door handle of the cab, yanking it open so she can climb inside.
I slide in after her, rest my hand firmly on her leg, and tell the driver to book it.
Chapter37
Callie
I walk as normally as I can through the school hallways, but I can’t help but feel like it’s painfully obvious that I’m sore and taking it slower than usual. Maybe people will assume I finally took Peg up on her offer of a fitness class, but if I so much as touch my neck and undo the carefully covered-up hickeys Reese decided to give me this weekend, I’m done for.
I can’t help but want to touch them, though. I can still feel the heat of his lips on my skin, the urgency of his hands and mouth as they roamed everywhere.
Has Reese always been this spontaneous? Have I? An involuntary smile parts my lips. I know that the answer for myself is a resoundingno, but I like it. I like this version of myself.
Fortunately, my makeup manages to hold up through the entire day, so I avoid any awkward questions or teasing from the other teachers. As I leave the school grounds at three-thirty, I dig my phone out of my bag and call my mom.
“Callie!” she says as soon as she picks up. “How’s my girl? Had a busy weekend, huh?”
“I’m so sorry.” I reach the bus stop and sit on the bench, cradling my phone against my ear. “I know I was supposed to come over for dinner, but…”
“Ah.” Her voice takes on a romantic lilt. “To be young and in love.”
“Reese and I will make it out to dinner soon,” I promise, ignoring that comment. “And I’ll try to come out on my own too. Maybe sometime this week?”
“That sounds great! You know, you and Reese remind me of your father and me. I’m so happy to see you in love with someone like him. You deserve it.”
My mom sighs. I can picture her leaning back in her chair at the kitchen table, a wistful look in her eyes while remembering the happy days she spent with my dad. Every moment was special between them. It’s always been something I want.
And she thinks I have that with Reese.
“Oh, um, the bus is here,” I lie, my voice a little strained. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”
“Love you!”