I nod, but I’m not in the mood to share any more tonight. If I do, I’ll kiss her again, and then all bets are off.
“Let’s go upstairs so you can run your bath. I’ll grab some sweats and head down to shower.”
She follows me up the stairs.
We part at the bathroom doorway.
“Have a nice bath,” I tell her.
She smiles at me. I detect a hint of sadness in her expression as she says, “Thanks.”
* * *
Haley
I can’t stop thinking about kissing Liam.
While I’m soaking in the glorious bathtub.
While I’m brushing my teeth.
While I’m climbing into bed and pulling the soft covers up to my chin.
Because that kiss was fire.
It may have been brief, but it was the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced.
And when he pulled away, he left me wanting more.
So. Much. More.
But he didn’t want more.
I inhale sharply. Rejection always stings. Liam said it was because of the champagne, but I’m not naïve. If he really wanted me, nothing would have stopped him.
God knows nothing outside of him putting the brakes on would have prevented me from sleeping with him.
As it is, I’m hardly able to stop myself from barging into his bedroom.
I reach down and feel how wet I am.
Glancing over at the closed door, I remind myself to be quiet. Then, I touch myself to the memory of Liam’s urgent mouth moving over mine. It’s not long before I’m coming on my fingers.
It’s not nearly enough, but my orgasm takes away my blind need to go charging into Liam’s room and beg him for sex.
I fall asleep, dreaming of his mouth on mine again.
When I wake up in the middle of the night and realize I need to pee, I try to ignore the sensation at first.
I’m warm and cozy, not to mention exhausted. The last thing I want to do is get up right now.
But my bladder is insistent.
So insistent that I forego my glasses and leave my room in a hurry.
I dash into the bathroom and sit down on the toilet.
When I’m finished, I flush, use the sink, and look at myself in the mirror.
