Jason could not believe he’d gone from standing behind a tree, watching Lexie hand drinks to customers to standing in her kitchen kissing her in only two days.
He couldn’t believe he’d waited so long to contact her. Couldn’t believe she was kissing him like she needed him to keep breathing, keep living. But the way she pressed herself into him and prolonged the kiss, Jason felt like the last seven years hadn’t even happened.
He finally slowed the kiss and pulled back, his heart racing like he’d been running for a long time. “Okay, wow.” He held her close to his chest, everything he’d ever hoped for. Well, almost. He still had to tell her what had really happened.
She giggled and buried her face in his shirt. “Wow?”
“Yeah.” He stepped back and picked up his bottle of water. “I’m too old
