She shook her head, leaning into his hand on her knee.
“How long until Brendon gets back?”
“He went with Matty to the pool with the girls.” He stood and flipped the security bar over the door. “I imagine they’ll be there for a while longer.”
“They have the cabana until two.”
Milo checked the time on his phone and sat across from her again, resting his hands on either side of her face.
“I can get a lot of distracting done in ninety minutes, Hanna.”
“Okay,” she breathed. He ran his finger lightly over her sternum.
“Are you sore? Are you sure you don’t want to talk?”
She leaned forward, drawing a line from his knee up his thigh.
“You know what I really want to do?”
“Tell me.” He trailed his nose along the line of her jaw, her heart racing as his fingers skimmed her sides.
“I really want to take a nap.”
Milo let a low, rumbling laugh loose from his chest.
“That’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me, Arizona.”
He popped up and tossed his wallet onto the table, resting his hat next to her purse. He pointed to the neater of the two beds and she crashed onto it, sliding under the covers.
“I’ll set an alarm,” Milo muttered to himself, tapping his phone and then setting it on the nightstand. He tugged at her arms and rolled her over so she wrapped around his back.
“I didn’t peg you as a little spoon.”
“Not into pegging,” he said, snuggling back into her.
She brushed her thumb over his arm, finally feeling the weight of the previous night's lack of sleep. But there was a small piece of her—one she kept on a very tight leash—that felt that his all-consuming warmth was something she could get used to.
She was so fucked.
TWENTY
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Blue or green?
HANNA
Context?
ALWAYS ANSWER
Getting dressed. Which suit?
HANNA
Green.
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