The Kandy Shoppe

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Kandy stepped from the shower and wrapped herself in a thick green towel. Her thoughts immediately drifted to Jason and his tight green t-shirt.

Closing her eyes, she could still smell the musk of his skin, taste the saltiness of his flesh on her tongue and imagine him rubbing against her all over again. A scene she’d replayed in her mind all afternoon. The vivid memories of his touch, of the way her body responded to his every move, continued to arouse her hours later.

Damn him.

She’d barely finished zipping the back of her black dress when the doorbell chimed. He was early.

Halfway down the staircase, she caught his silhouette through the frosty glass of her front door. Bathed in the soft hues of her porch light, the rough edges of a long-ago broken nose and his squared jaw blurred together sending a tingle of appreciation down her spine.

“You’re early,” Kandy said opening the door for him and motioned him inside.

“Really?” He looked at his watch, a wicked grin on his face. “I think I’m late. Five years, in fact.”

As though she’d been struck by lightning, she stood there and stared at him. He’d shaved. The unruly black locks from this morning were now tamed into his infamous bad-boy style. The neck of his white dress shirt opened against a tanned neck to reveal a hint of the soft hairs she’d run her fingers through only hours before to feel his heart beat beneath one finely sculpted chest. Her clit was already pulsing, her panties dampened. She didn’t dare let her eyes wander any lower than the crisp white fabric stretched across his wide shoulders.

He stepped forward and the purely masculine scent of him ambushed every rational thought she tried to muster to remember their morning exploits didn’t mean anything between them would change.

From behind his back, he pulled a single peach rose. “To new beginnings?”

Smooth.

Unable to speak for fear she’d say something outlandish, she simply nodded her head and took the peace offering. The soft petals tickled her nose as she inhaled its sweet fragrance and tried to pretend everything was normal.