Hey guys! I wanted to say thank you again for all the well wishes and your patience while I was recovering. I am currently working on the next chapter of Ryan and Danielle's story and finally getting back on track.

As a special thank you, I wanted to give you guys a little sneak preview of what's to come for Jamie and Ollie's story!

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“Why can’t you look at me, Jamie?” 

I grabbed another dish, running it under the warm water before scrubbing it with the soapy sponge.

“What do you mean? We just had dinner together and we talked. It wasn’t like I only looked at my food.” 

His footsteps got closer behind me. “That’s not what I mean, Jamie, and you know it.” 

Why did he have to stand so close to me? I could feel his presence—and it took everything for me not to lean back into him.

I continued cleaning the same dish. I knew it was plenty clean by now, but I couldn’t focus on anything else.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ollie.” I took a deep breath before I muttered, “Maybe you should go. I promised you a meal and we ate a meal together.”

Ollie was standing beside me now. Closer than he was before. Dammit. I hated him.

Okay, I didn’t hate him. I just couldn’t handle the way he made me feel. 

Excited. Heated. Wanton. 

“Jamie, look at me.” 

I sat the dish back in the sink and took a deep breath. Then I did it. I turned and looked at him. 

“Okay,” I drawled. “I’m looking at you.” 

“No, you’re not,” he whispered. “Look at me, Jamie. See me.” 

For the first time since the night of Harper’s wedding, I did. I saw the outline of his high cheekbones.  I saw his smile, even though he wasn’t at the moment. I saw his blonde hair. Blonde hair that I’ve brushed my fingers through before. Shit. I’ve never forgotten how soft his hair was. And I loved that it was a little longer than what it was before. 

Then I saw his eyes. Those damn baby blues that made my heart flutter in my chest like butterfly wings. 

The way he looked at me should be illegal. 

Ollie cupped my face with his hands. "See me, Guinevere. Please...see me.”

I love the way he says my name.

Then he did it—he kissed me. We kissed that night, so this wasn’t the first time. But damn it sure felt like it. His lips were soft on mine. Like a whisper. It wasn’t a hard kiss. There was no tongue involved. Just his lips brushing against mine. 

Like he was asking me for permission and begging me to ‘see’ him at the same time. 

The problem was…

“I see you,” I breathed against his lips. 

Startled, he pulled back. “What did you just say?” 

Dishes forgotten, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I see you, Ollie. Now kiss me like you mean it.” 

Running to Him
(Coming Soon)