Arrow to the Heart: A Cupid Romance

Chapter 38

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I walk Bree to her door. She turns around to say goodbye for the evening and—damn—I still don't want her to go.

It makes no sense; I've spent the majority of the last 48 hours with her.

The fuck is that about?

I scoop an arm around her waist, pulling her against me while backing her up against the door. My free hand wraps around the back of her neck and pulls her into a kiss.

Damn.

I'm starting to think there's not enough time in the world to get my fill of Bree Logan.

What was supposed to be one last goodbye kiss turns into something more—electric, heady, all-consuming. When we finally break apart, we're both panting and foggy-eyed with lust.

I rest my forehead against hers and sigh.

"I have to go meet Eli," I say, the breathy, rough tone of my voice giving away my reluctance.

"I know," she says with a soft smile. "Text me tomorrow?"

Text her tomorrow?

It'll be a fucking miracle if I make it an hour without kicking down her door.

"Sure."

I make sure she gets inside safe and locks the door behind her before turning in the direction of my apartment.

At the end of the hallway, I spot a familiar figure leaning around the corner. Eli's expression is one I haven't seen before—part stunned, part confused, and just a bit like that time he took a soccer ball to the nuts.

"Who's the stalker now?" I ask, walking toward him.

"You're the one who asked me to meet you at your place," he says with a huff.

I walk past him and he follows behind.

"I'm surprised you didn't let yourself in."

"Oh I learned my lesson on that one."

I ignore his comment and keep going until we reach my front door. I unlock it and step inside with Eli following behind.

Once we're both inside with the door locked behind us, Eli drops into an armchair with an exhausted exhale. He rubs his hand back over his scalp and lets his head fall backward.

"So you want to address..." He motions to the door. "...all that."

"All what?" I ask, kicking off my shoes.

I walk over to the couch and sit down. It feels pretty damn good to finally be off my feet after all that skating. I'd never admit it out loud, but that shit was a serious workout for my calves.

"What's going on with you and Bree?"

"We're fucking," I say with a shrug. "You know that."

"Yes. Hard to forget that particular visual." He rubs across his brow with his palm and sighs. "I meant what else is going on with you two? And what about what I overheard earlier on the phone?"

"What'd you overhear?"

"You told some guy to stop looking at–" He holds up his hands to make air quotes. "–your girl. Did you call Bree your girl?"

"Oh that." I shrug. "Well, she is. It's not a big deal."

...even though I know you're about to make it one.