She glanced at him over her shoulder, and a stunning smile spread across her face. “I’ve got to go,” she said before dropping her phone on her desk.
Not wanting to wait one more second to touch her, he stalked around the side of the desk, pulling her into his arms.
“You didn’t have to get off the phone. I would’ve waited,” he said, kissing her lightly because he’d wait for her forever if he had to.
“But I didn’t want to wait.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, her green eyes shining, drawing him in, making his heart clench.
He squeezed her tightly, pulling her head against his chest. “Do you know what tonight is?”
She peered up at him, contemplating the question. “Am I supposed to?” she asked.
He laughed. “No.” He pushed her hair behind her shoulder, exposing her long sexy neck. “Eight years ago on this date, September twenty-seventh, to be exact, I watched the most beautiful woman walk into my fraternity house, and she was the only person I wanted to talk to that night. Within minutes of her opening her mouth, she had completely captivated me, and by the end of the night I couldn’t imagine a life without her.”
Without saying a word, she leaned in and brushed her lips across his, her warm green eyes wide and searching.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“Are you always such a smooth talker, Lucas Evanston?”
And just like that, they were catapulted back to the night they met, but this time, their story would have a better ending.
He cupped her face in his hands. “Is it working?”
She gripped the lapels of his suit and laughed, really laughed, filling her eyes with happiness and love, and he couldn’t help feeling as if he were the luckiest man alive.
“Stop talking and kiss me.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
She reached up and ran a thumb over his lower lip. “Always and forever.”