Even after weeks of falling into each other, after every kiss that turned into another and every night that melted into a morning Brielle still felt that rush in her chest every time she saw Jaxon waiting for her after work. Today was no different. She stepped out of the shop, smoothing her hair, trying not to smile too widely. Jaxon stood beside his truck, leaning back against the door like he had been counting the seconds until she came out. His tie was loosened, sleeves rolled up, eyes warm the moment they landed on her. “There she is,” he murmured, pushing off the truck and walking toward her. She barely had time to drop her bag before he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her slow, deep, lingering. The kind of kiss that made her toes curl and her thoughts blur. “Jaxon,” she breathed against his mouth, pretending to scold him, “we’re still in public.” “Not for long,” he whispered, kissing her again, gentler this time, like he could devour the whole day off her lips.
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