He lifts his flute, pinning me with a heated stare. “To the future.”
I echo the sentiment and then drain my glass in one long swallow.
The champagne fizz burns my throat going down, but it’s a welcome distraction from the temptation before me. Because if I know anything, it’s that I can’t allow myself to get sucked back into Miles’s orbit.
“It’s getting late.” I pull my phone from my back pocket. “We should probably get to it.”
He nods and, like the good sport he is, poses for several photos. When we’re done, I perch on the edge of the bed, scrolling through them. The one of Miles lying casually on the bed is the best, so I post it.
After all, he’s the one who said we should give my fans what they want.
The instant I post, the likes start coming in.
No surprise there.
It’s just like I said. Pretty people get all the love.
My phone vibrates, and a message from Gran pops up on the screen.
InstaGran:I hope you’re making the most of that sexy little honeymoon suite! Spill the tea, sis.
Spill the tea? Sis?I groan and flop back onto the bed. How is this my life? And when did it become a low-budget comedy?
“Hey, Luce.” Miles’s deep voice cuts through the silence. “I’m going to fire up the hot tub. You want to join?”
Yes.
I close my eyes. I don’t have a swimsuit, but I could wear my bra and panties. A nice, hot soak would be heaven right now. The perfect way to melt the tension coiled deep between my shoulder blades.
Stay strong, Lucy.
“No, I’m good.” Lie. “I’m tired, so I think I’m just going to crash.” Also a lie. “But don’t let that stop you. You should make the most of it.” Truth.
So much for two truths and a lie.
Who am I kidding? I’ve told more lies than I can count. But the biggest lie of all is the one I tell myself.
That I’m falling out of love with Miles.
Chapter Twenty
Miles
Soaking in the hot tub did wonders for my sore back and stiff neck, but it would’ve been far more satisfying if Lucy had agreed to join me. Just the thought of her sitting next to me in only her bra and panties has my cock hardening.
Which is why it’s a good thing she declined.
At least one of us can claim a lick of sense.
Lick?I can think of plenty of things I’d like to lick, starting with her luscious little—
Christ. I need to get out of this hot tub and into a cold shower before I do something incredibly stupid.
I towel off and duck into the bathroom to strip off my wet boxers.
Like the rest of the suite, the bathroom is an explosion of pink and red from the floor tiles to the sink. It’s completely over the top, but it was worth the price of entry just to see the look on Lucy’s face when she flipped the lights on.
For a second, I thought she was going to bolt.
