...You start to wonder if you dreamed it up? That’s how it is with us. Old love, new moment. The kind that never really left, just circled back when you least expected.

“You get lost on the way?” I ask, voice low, steady—like I already know the answer.

Cara just smiles, slow and sure. “No. You’re just impatient.”

I laugh, because she’s right. “You like making me wait.”

She steps in, eyes locked on mine, every move deliberate. “That’s ‘cause you do that thing with your mouth when you’re trying not to cuss me out and kiss me at the same time.”

I can’t help it, I grin. Heat rising, heart steady. “Maybe I am.”

She’s close now, close enough for her breath to find my skin. “Maybe I like that.”

And that’s it. That’s all it takes. My hand finds the back of her neck, fingers tangled in that wild hair. Her eyes flutter, lips part, and I kiss her, like I’ve been waiting my whole life.