The thought of seeing my parents, of finally coming out to them, sends a cold twist through my stomach. But I know I can’t keep running from it. It’s time.
A familiar pressure is already pulsing between my legs. Remi’s body is so close it’s impossible to ignore. But I push the urge aside. I still need to pack. And missing the train isn’t an option.
I try to slip out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake him, but the moment I move, Remi stirs. His hands find my hips, pulling me back to him with a sleepy strength, and before I can protest, he captures my lips in a kiss I’m powerless to resist.
I melt into him like butter on warm toast. Against the solid heat of his chest, I feel safe. Wanted. And I’m not the only one hard and aching for more.
But as much as I want to stay wrapped up in him forever, I know I can’t.
“Don’t go, Seb…” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep, the barest pout forming on his lips. “Someone here needs you.”
“Someone here needs you too…” I chuckle, kissing the tip of his nose and brushing a few strands of blond hair from his forehead.
God, he’s beautiful. Too beautiful to be real. But he’s here. Solid.Mine.
“Then why are you leaving, baby?” he whispers, his eyes soft and pleading, and it nearly undoes me.
“Because I have to,” I say gently, cupping his cheek, rough with sleep-stubble. “My train to Stratford won’t wait.”
He leans into my hand with a shiver, and just like that, my resolve falters, my body responding instantly.
“All right, Seb… I’ll wait for you,” he sighs dramatically, glancing down at his own arousal and groaning softly. “More or less…”
I chuckle as I peel myself out of bed and start gathering my things. I’m halfway across the room when his voice shifts, suddenly more serious.
“You never did tell me why you’re going to Stratford.”
“Well,” I say, raising an eyebrow, “someoneverydistracting kept getting in the way…”
He smirks. “Only a little?”
“Okay, fine. A lot.” I grin, bending down to grab my suitcase.
“No! Not that one!” he yelps, laughing.
I look up, mock-offended. “What’s wrong with my pink suitcase?”
“Nothing, nothing,” he says quickly, grinning. “I just haven’t forgotten how it nearlycrushedus when you arrived. That thing’s huge!”
As I pack indignantly, I retort, “You’re the one who knocked us over the first day. I hadn’t even made it through the door before we hit the floor.”
“I was in a daze, okay? Because of you!”
“How do you mean?” I narrow my eyes.
He falters, then looks down, cheeks flushing. “You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”
At that, I launch myself onto his lap and start covering his face in kisses. “And here I thought it was the suitcase that traumatised you…” I whisper against his skin.
We kiss, and it doesn’t take long before things get heated again,tooheated. Remi gives my bum a gentle smack.
“If you don’t get up now,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice thick with want, “I won’t be able to let you go.”
Then he slides his hand down, cupping me through the fabric, and all my good intentions nearly dissolve on the spot.
As Remi’s hand brushes over the fabric of my plain black boxers, he frowns. “Where did the lace panties go? Don’t tell me you only own one pair.”
I roll off his lap, grinning. “Actually, I’ve got several… if you must know.” I tug on a pair of black jeans and a simple T-shirt, then zip up my suitcase. “But my parents don’t know about me yet, and I’d really rather avoid any awkward laundry discoveries.”
