Finally, when I’m spent, I release the pillow and toss it to the side. It’s just in time to catch Chase pulling away from me. My orgasm coats his face.
“That’s one hell of a way to wake up,” I whisper.
He grins, picking up the pillow I just had. He slips it out of the pillowcase and uses the fabric to wipe himself off.
“Come here and let me repay the favor,” I say, scooting up.
“Can’t.” He tosses the pillowcase at me, grinning. “I’ve gotta go to work.”
“What?” I glance at the clock. “It’s three thirty in the morning.”
“And I’ve gotta go.”
I hold out my hands like,what the fuck?
He gets off the bed and walks around to the side. He sits and pulls me toward him. I nestle against his chest, breathing in his cologne and memorizing it for the next two days.
“I couldn’t leave without something to remember you by,” he says, kissing my head.
“Pretty sure I’m the one with the memory.” I pull back and look into his eyes. “Be safe, okay?”
He nods. “If you need anything, call me.”
“I will.”
He searches my face like he’s about to say something else but doesn’t. Instead, he half smiles and kisses me. “I’ve gotta go.”
“Are you sure I can’t reciprocate?”
“I wish.” He kisses me again. “Two days. When I get back, you’re in my bed.”
My stomach wobbles. “We’ll see.”
He grins wickedly. “Damn right, we will.” He gets off the bed and heads for the door. “Go back to sleep. I’ll call you later this morning.”
“Okay.”
He cracks open the door, gives me a final smile that lights me up from the inside out, and then leaves.
I fall back against the bed and giggle.How is this even real?
Sighing, I contemplate whether to go to the bathroom or go back to sleep. But the energy pulsing through me has me turning to my phone instead. Feelings I’ve never felt before roar through me, and I don’t know how to keep them inside.They need to be let out.
I unlock the screen and find Calista’s name.
Me: I think I just fell in love.
CHAPTER 27
Megan
“Well, that sucks.”Kennedy turns the corner from the stairs and moves into the living room. “I just wanted to take a shower.”
I turn down the volume on the television. “And why can’t you get in the shower?”
“Because it’s storming.”
As if on cue, a rattle of thunder shakes the house.
