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the same time he circled his arms around me and began massaging my butt. “I’ll make them for you in the morning.”
    “Mmm.” I trembled and moved closer to him. “Sounds yummy.”
    “You smell so good,” he whispered as he kissed his way across my jaw. He licked at my lips and added, “Taste good too,” before slanting his mouth over mine and kissing me for the first time.
    I whimpered and grasped his shirt, clinging to him as I gave in to the kiss. My knees were weak and my chest heaving by the time we separated for air.
    “Bed,” he said hoarsely.
    I nodded.
    We stopped in the bathroom, took turns draining our bladders and brushing our teeth, and then went into my bedroom and stripped out of our clothes. I had my shirt and socks off and was unzipping my pants when Travis stepped out of his jeans and stood before me wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged him in all the right places.
    “You’re stunning,” I said breathlessly.
    “So are you.” He smiled warmly and came up to me, then helped me push my pants down over my hips. “Are those Smurf boxers?”
    I felt my cheeks warm. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting…. I don’t usually… so fast, I mean…. I would have worn a different pair if I’d thought….” I couldn’t seem to complete a single sentence.
    “Smurfs are hot,” Travis said, saving me from any more stammering.
    “That was possibly the first time in the history of ever that those words have been uttered.”
    “Only if I’m the first person in the history of ever to see you in those underpants,” he responded playfully.
    I sat down on the bed and scooted backward until I could push the covers down. “You are the first, actually,” I confessed.
    He made a pleased gurgling sound in the back of his throat and crawled over to me. “I like that,” he whispered right before he pressed his mouth to mine in a passionate kiss.
    I melted underneath him, letting him take the lead completely. He tangled one hand in my hair, cupped my face with the other, and writhed on top of me. We stayed that way for a while, kissing and touching. Eventually, he sighed and rolled off me, pulling me with him until he was on his back and I was once again resting on his chest.
    “Travis?” I said quietly once I was settled.
    “Yes?”
    “How does that work?”
    He was quiet for a few seconds, and then he said, “How does what work?”
    “You said you don’t date someone if you feel like he isn’t right, but how can you know if he feels right unless you date him?”
    “Oh.” He paused. “Is that what made you tense up earlier?”
    I shrugged.
    He took in a deep breath. “It’s been pretty easy because I’ve never clicked with anybody.” He tilted my chin up so our eyes met. “Until now.”
    I gulped. “Until now?”
    He nodded and threaded his fingers with mine, then rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand. “You click, Shiloh. Have from the first time we talked. But now?” He sighed and pressed our joined hands over his chest. “It’s like the click locked in place.” He searched my eyes. “Do you feel it too?”
    “I do.” I chewed on my bottom lip and rubbed my free hand back and forth over his waist. “It’s weird, right?”
    “Yeah, it’s weird.” He took in a deep breath. “It’s weird, but it’s good, you know?”
    “Uh-huh.” I tucked my head under his chin and relaxed. “It’s really good.”
     
     
    W E SPENT the weekend together, and the one after that too. It was hard to say good-bye on the second Sunday. I didn’t want to come home to an empty house and eat dinner alone, thinking of him; I wanted to stay wrapped in his arms. He promised to text and call whenever he had breaks at work, and he kept his word, but it wasn’t the same as actually being with him.
    By the time Friday afternoon rolled around and I was driving home from work, knowing Travis would be waiting for me, I was practically vibrating. Either he heard me pull up or