Chapter 32
Jess is asleep, the house is clean, and Jameson is on his way over. I put on a very skimpy yellow silk pajamas set that I may have only bought online very recently—like, since Jameson and I went on our first date.
I turn my head, standing on my tiptoes as I glance back at myself in the mirror.
I may not have the same body I did when I was eighteen, before I grew a whole human, but tonight I actually feel confident.
Sexy. The way Jameson devours me with his eyes makes me feel…
desired. More confident than I’ve felt in a long time.
My phone vibrates, so I head toward the front door, assuming it’s him letting me know he’s outside. I check the message to confirm.
It is.
A rush of giddy, teenage-like excitement floods me as I try to pull the door open as quietly as possible—it tends to creak.
Jameson is already there on the other side, grabbing my waist and devouring me with his lips. He smells as good as ever, and I tug him in, pulling him against me, needing to touch him.
And by the way his hands and mouth roam over me, I’m guessing he feels the same.
“Two days is too long,” he murmurs against my mouth as we make our way to my room.