I’m hot. I’m sticky. I have goose bumps myself from the chilly night air, but I don’t feel cold.
I feel like I’m glowing.
Like Iamthe lightning.
My orgasmisthe storm.
Dane blows out a shuddery breath and leans harder into me. He makes a noise like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he wraps his arms tight around me and just breathes.
My body has gone limp, but I make myself hug him back as hard as I can. “I think you’re the best thing about home,” I whisper.
I shouldn’t say it.
I know I shouldn’t say it.
But it’s true.
I will never come back to Tinsel again in my lifetime without thinking about Dane and hoping he’s every bit as happy as he deserves to be.
His grip around me tightens momentarily before he slowly pulls back. “Can you walk?”
A crash of thunder answers for me, though I don’t know what it means.
We stare at each other for a beat as one more flash of lightning makes us both glow, and then the best-worst thing ever happens.
We both crack up.
He’s fun. He’s kind. He’s strong. He’s fabulous at railing me against a wall.
And he’s only mine for two more days.
Fuck.
Chapter 23
Dane
It’s a bad sign when I’m contemplating all the ways that we could go through with the wedding tomorrow so that this doesn’t have to end.
But that’s exactly what I’m doing as I lounge in bed with Amanda early Sunday morning.
I’m stretched out on my stomach while she sits beside me, trading stories about city life while she draws random designs on my back with light fingertips.
It’s chilly this morning, so she’s wearing one of my T-shirts. Her curly hair is wild around her head, and her face is fresh and clear.
No makeup.
We took care of that in the shower together after we banged against the wall.
I’m still completely bare assed. Ready for whatever she might want.
Wishing this was real.
Itfeelsreal. I believe her when she says she likes me. Lorelei’s told me a few times this past week that dating isn’t Amanda’s priority. Amanda herself has told me the same.
But are wedatingbecause we had sex all night?
