“Wow, you look rather happy all of a sudden,” he says.
“I am, Jaxon.” I reply. “I am.”
“Does this mean you reached a resolution?”
“I sure have. I decided to stop with all the overthinking and just go with what my heart’s been telling me to do for a long time now.”
Ooh, now he looks really curious.
“What does that mean?” he asks, our eyes meeting.
I take a deep breath, and then blurt out in a rush of words, “It means I’m tired of fighting the inevitable.”
His eyes bore into me, and I swear he already knows what I mean. He knows I’m referring to him…to us.
Swallowing hard, he steps out from behind the kitchen counter, looking gorgeous, as always. His hair’s a little damp, making it darker than the usual sandy-brown shade. He’s wearing khaki shorts and a royal blue tee, which shows off his bronze skin perfectly. Jaxon’s tan, like me, but so very buff, so freaking hard.
I watch his defined leg muscles flex as he takes a purposeful step toward me.
When he’s less than a foot away, he stops and rasps, “So what is your heart telling you to do at this very moment, Cara?”
I stare at his bare feet, tan like the rest of him.
Then I glance up, chuckling nervously. “Uh, it’s telling me to do a lot of things.”
He whispers, “Name just one.”
Just as softly, I respond, “Well, right now, my heart’s telling me those burgers can wait.”
He cocks a brow. “And…?”
“Hey, you said I only had to name one.”
He shrugs, smirking. “I lied. Tell me one more.”
It’s time to be more honest with him than I’ve been with myself.
I take a deep breath, then say, “My heart’s telling me I should kiss the heck out of you right now…since you’re so freaking close.”
“Shit, sweetheart.” He smiles. “I agree. Your heart is abso-fucking-lutely right.”
Months of confusion reach a moment of clarity. And there’s no stopping us from coming together now.
So we do….