Just Love Me Once Again

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Caleb.

My phone buzzed. It was from Trixie. Before I could answer the call, my cell phone battery was dead.

Why is she calling?

The roads were slick as hell. It hadn't rained much this season, and all the oil build up on the street had me constantly fishtailing.

But it's not like I had the sense to slow down, either.

I sped up onto my driveway and into the garage, even though I knew I shouldn't be in a rush.

Closing the garage, I walked through the door leading to the kitchen, peeled off my black T-shirt, and threw it into the laundry room basket.

I ran upstairs to plug in my dead cell phone.

As soon as I'd turned it on, I saw that I had a voicemail from Trixie, letting me know that she will not be available for today's session.

I tossed my phone on the bed and stalked over to pull up the blinds. Pulling up the window, I leaned out. The rain was coming down in sheets and made everything glisten under the bright glow of the streetlights. I let my gaze wander through the maze of branches, shaking off memories of which ones I'd scarped my leg on or which ones I'd sat.

And then. My eyes caught sunshine in a midnight sky, and I fucking stilled. (Yes, spending time with Trixie, my way of speech is becoming like her. Sigh.)

Trixie?

"What the hell?" I whispered, breathless, and not blinking.

She was sitting on her window frame, legs hanging outside, and a wine bottle sitting next to her. And she was staring at me.

What the hell am I staring right now?

Every muscle in my body tightened as I supported myself on the window sill, but I couldn't tear my eyes from her. It was like I was in an alternate universe, starving, and she was a buffet.

I closed my eyes for a moment, and swallowed down my heartbeat that was creeping up my throat.

She was only in her lingerie, exposing her perfect chest in that sexy bra.

My heart damn near shifted with the pounding in my chest.

Holy shit.

I watched, not breathing, when her hair blew around her, and I could feel her eyes, locked in shadow, on me.

My mouth was dry, and the rush of breath and blood through my body felt so damn good until she backed up and closed the window.

No, I swallowed, not wanting her to go away.

I was crawling the walls inside my head, knowing for the fact that I needed to grow up, and let her be, and I have Natalie.

But was she alone?